All language subtitles for Big Nate s02e03 Til Death Do We Rock.eng

- Ha, ha! Come on, Nate.

Give it a good whack like this.

- [groans]

both: Ooh.

both: Mm.

- Did you guys see that?

Spencer Rinfroe,
the coolest, most awesome kid

in seventh grade
just returned our tetherball.

Oh, what I wouldn't do to be
friends with him.

Like Cammie Hunter or
Brintch Clintcherson.

- [groans]

- [laughs]

- Why, you ask?
Well, I heard

Spencer throws
kissing parties.

[soft music]

- Oh.
[laughter]

- Uh, what are you doing?
- [gasps]

[upbeat music]

- * Don't want to go
to school today *

* The sun is red hot
and I wanna play *

* But if I get caught
they'll make me pay *

* Detention again *

- * Big Nate, Big Nate *

- * Math and social studies
just ain't my thing *

- * Big Nate, Big Nate *

- * Rocking with my band
is where I'm king *

* Stealing the teacher's teeth
or bailing on a test *

- * Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh *

* Big Nate *

[loud clang]

[loud crash]

- [yawns]
Morning, Pops.

- Morning, kiddo.

Have a great day
at school today.

- Sure will.

- Nate, I told you
I can't tip you

just for getting out of bed.

- Aren't you forgetting
something?

- Oh, no, is it
Ellen's birthday?

- No, Dad, I meant my lunch.

- Lunch, right.
Sorry, Nate.

I got distracted
by my horoscope.

[clears throat]
Beware.

Huh? That's all it says.

Here's a dollar. Does that
cover a chicken sandwich?

- Yeah, that doesn't even
cover the bread,

but you know what?
Forget it. It's fine.

I'll just mooch some food off
my well-nourished friends.

- [sighs]
[tires squeal]

- I'm telling you guys there's
got to be something we can do

to make the seventh graders
think we can hang.

I mean, what is it that
they have that we don't?

- Longer legs.
- Deeper voices.

- Self-confidence.

- They've already had
chicken pox.

- You haven't had chicken pox
yet, Chad?

- Well, on the contrary, Nate,

I've been feeding mine
for years.

[bawking]
- Sick!

[groans]
- Is that the big dipper?

[upbeat music]

[gasps]
Spencer.

Wait a minute,
he has a moustache.

- They have moustaches.

- Oh, and that means?

- It means all we have to do
is grow moustaches.

Ha! I can't believe I didn't
think of that before.

How hard can that be?
- Pretty hard for me.

- Come on, just roll with me
here, friend Dee Dee.

We grow moustaches,
Spencer wants to be our friend,

and then we get invited
to kissing parties.

- I'm out. If a moustache
shows up over these lips,

I will tweeze it
out of existence.

Catch you later, beardiots.

- I have to clean my locker.

[laughs]

- And I would, Nate, but I...

- Oh, whatever.
Forget you guys.

Teddy?
- I am so in.

Where do we get
moustaches, bro?

- [laughs]
Leave that part to me.

- No kid of mine
will go to school

without a sandwich again.

Okay, Mr. Bread, where are you?

[screams]

[groans]

- Daddy?
- [screams]

- Huh? Well, who says
I can't make my own?

I have no idea what I'm doing.

- You ready, bro?
- No idea.

[upbeat music]

* *

- [screams]

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- [singing in Spanish]

both: * Our bigotes *

* Look at our bigotes *

* I learned a new word *

* Our bigotes *

* Our bigotes *

* Look at our bigotes *

* We're now in seventh grade *

* With our bigotes, aye *
- [sighs]

[laughter]

- [clears throat]

- Hmm?
- Sup?

- S to the up.

- Hmm.
both: Hmm.

both: [gulps]

- Hmm.

Huh, sixth graders
with moustaches.

Never thought I'd live
to see the day.

both: Yeah!

- Thanks for coming over,
Pedro.

- It's good you called me.

- I'm trying to make
a couple slices of bread,

but it's not working.

- Oh, that's because you're
only halfway there, Martin.

What you have concocted here
is sourdough starter.

This is more than
a couple of slices.

It could be three or four.
Maybe even 100.

- Really? I don't think
I need that many.

- Well, you're thinking
about this all wrong.

You might not need that many,
but the world does.

- The world needs this?

- Yes, Martin, yes.
Carbs are in.

We start by selling
door-to-door.

See? Rope them in then they'll
come crawling back for more.

It'll be our very own
sourdough starter start-up.

- A starter start-up?
You really think this can work?

- Trust me.
Before long, you'll have

enough dough to
launch your very own bakery.

And Nate will never show up to
school without a lunch again.

- Hmm.

- Now, I know what
you're thinking, Spencer.

I'm slightly below average in
the height department.

- You're way below average.

- And Teddy here isn't exactly
a fashion trend setter.

- I wear the same thing
every day.

- Yeah, yeah, the point is we
might look like sixth graders,

but we've got what it takes
to roll with you guys.

- I doubt it.
Sixth grade is like

a bike with
training wheels.

Once you get into seventh
it's like motocross.

- We text, we hang out,
we even throw kissing parties,

which I doubt either of you
can handle.

Boom.

Nailed it.

- We can handle
kissing parties.

- Yeah, let's just say
these lip brooms

have swept a lot of
lucky ladies off their feet.

- Well, no sixth grader
has ever been

to one of our parties,
so if you want to prove you can

hang with the big dogs, you
have to play your cards right.

- Oh, not a problem. My Go Fish
skills are off the hook.

[laughter]

- Come meet us after school.

We'll see how cool
you really are.

- Hmm.

both: Yeah!

[school bell rings]

- There you guys are.

You want to play
Time Disruptors after school?

- Sup, fools?

You two want to ride with us?
- We got two more spots here

if you want to go down the road
for a tasty cone with us.

- Mom, are you kidding me
right now?

- Heck yeah.
- You know it.

[car door shuts]

- Where are they going?

- With their new friends,
I guess.

- * Oh, don't you dare
look back *

* Just keep your eyes on me *

* I think you're
holding back *

- You guys enjoying that
ice cream, hmm?

Does it taste fresh?

- Uh, yeah. I mean, everyone

knows Scoopsies
milks their own cows.

- Come on, guys, it doesn't
take a rocket scientist

to realize that Scoopsies' cows

are being held here
against their will.

- [laughs]

- They are?

- What do you two think
seventh grade is all about?

- Briefs to boxers.
- Male pattern balding.

- Yeah, sure, that stuff,
I guess.

But it's really about
fighting crime.

- Crime?
As in like crime-crime?

- Would you quiet down, dude?

Who else would protect
this city if not us?

- Awesome.
So we get to fight crime

and go to kissing parties.

- Only if you can hang.

- But you'll have a chance
to prove yourself tonight

'cause after Scoopsies
closes up shop

we're gonna expose this place
for what it really is.

You in, sixth graders?

- Um...
- Uh-huh.

Let's liberate some bovine.

- Local cows freed
from Scoopsies.

Scoopsies destroyed
in freak cattle stampede.

Children will never
experience happiness again.

[mooing]

- I can't believe Scoopsies
is gone.

I feel lost, broken.

Why would someone do this?

- So many memories
gone in a blink of an eye.

- My gram used to bring me
there after her bingo nights.

It's where I learned to swim.

- Uh, Chad, there was
no pool at Scoopsies.

- I know, but the sinks
were really big.

all: [sighs]

- There's something
we have to tell you guys.

- Be right back, guys.
I think Teddy has to hurl.

- We did that, man.
We freed the cows.

- Teddy, calm down.
I mean, you heard Spencer.

The place was bent, probably.
We did our friends a favor.

You want them to end up
in cement shoes?

- I don't know what that means.
- It's okay.

Everything's cool as long as
we don't say anything.

But one slip up and
we go back to being weird,

little sixth graders
like Hamster Hank.

[laughter and screams]

- Hamster Hank brings the pain.
Whoo-hoo!

- Sixth graders who don't get
invited to kissing parties.

Now, buckle up, buckaroo.

Make sure that moustache
stays glued on.

We got this.
[doorbell rings]

- Hello, there. Fine afternoon
to buy some bread, isn't it?

[laughs]
[doorbell rings]

- Hello! How would you
like to taste...

Ow!
- Hey, kiddo.

My name's Martin and I'd like
to tell you about my...

- Ever thought you...
- Might need a change in...

- The kind of bread you...
- Don't want to miss this one.

[door closes]

- Ah, cheer up, amigo.

It's just a little first day
jitters, is all.

- I don't know, Pedro.

I don't think I'm really much
of a sales person.

- Perhaps or perhaps
we've been trying to catch fish

when we could be
bagging a whale.

- I'm sorry, gents.

I can't afford a year's supply
of sourdough bread.

- But Principal Nichols, we're
not selling sourdough bread.

- We're selling
sourdough starter.

- Teach a man to fish and
he eats for a lifetime.

- I'm confused.

Weren't we talking about bread?

- Exactly. Bread you won't
have to pay for

once we teach you
how to make it yourself.

They say bread farming is
the wave of the future.

- They do?

[laughs]

I want to be a bread farmer.

- Check it out, crew.
Active heist going down.

Nate-dog, T-dog, take the lead.
We'll hold back.

Don't want to blow our cover.
- Yeah, yeah.

You got it, Spence-dog.
- Nate, this is crazy.

How do you know that lady
isn't' buying a TV

like a normal person?
- Because Spencer said so.

He's a seventh grader
and he called us dogs.

[screams]
Not on my watch.

Whoo-hoo!

- Hi, um, is that your money?

- Well, yes.
- Not on my watch.

- [groans]
all: Mm-hmm.

- Hmm?
[growls]

- Okay, just below us is
an off-the-books nuclear silo

hidden underneath
Rackleff's pet store.

We need you two to grab us
surveillance photos.

- Roger. 10-4. Over.

[gasps]

- Are you seeing
how insane this is?

- What are you
talking about, man?

- Has it crossed your mind
that Spencer was wrong

about Scoopsies?
He's probably wrong about

a missile silo
underneath the pet store.

That guys' cuckoo bananas.
Are we really going to jump out

of a chopper for a chance
to go to a kissing party?

- Does this answer
your question?

- [sighs]
- This warehouse is...perfect.

- Well, it's certainly big.
- Listen, my friend.

If we're going to start
a sourdough starter start-up,

we need plenty of space.

- Hmm.

Got a hot tip about these two
setting up a fake business

called "Doughboyz."
Obviously a front for the mob.

- Oh, yeah? Who called
in the tip?

- My mom. She's my feet
on the ground.

- Makes total sense.

- This is our main guy.
Name: Dad Bod.

And he doesn't work alone.

- Not only does
he not work alone,

He has a partner.
Boom! Nailed it.

- [groans]
That there is Man In Hat.

- And they're our next targets.

- Yeah, uh,
what makes you think

these guys are
a front for the mob?

- Does it matter?
- Uh, yeah.

- Spencer, can I talk to you
for a sec.

- What are you doing, man?

You're gonna blow this for us
and hey, hey, hey.

Glue your moustache on.
It's sagging.

- Are you sure these two are
cut out for this?

- Yeah, they're cool, Cam.
They got moustaches.

- [sighs]
Okay.

- All right, gang.

Look, I got an idea
for the sting.

- Oh, yeah,
I love a good sting.

[laughs]
What's a sting?

- Seriously?
- Check it out.

The plan goes down at
my kissing party this Friday.

We're gonna catch these two
when they least expect it.

- [gasps]
It's happening.

Kissing party.
We made it to the big time.

- As long as the rest of my
crew thinks you're up for it.

- We will not let you down.

- Good because this won't be
just any party.

We'll be ordering
a very special dinner.

Dough, guys.

We're gonna be ordering dough
from Doughboyz.

all: Oh.

- Feast your eyes on
the first two sixth graders

to ever be invited to a seventh
grade kissing party, baby.

- Wow. Whoop-dee-dang-doo.

- Kissing party?
Who have you guys ever kissed?

- Well, I don't like
to kiss and tell,

but we'll just say
I once had a pretty hot moment

with my cousin's
Miami Sami doll.

[soft music]

* *

- Look, we may not all be that
experienced, "Francis."

- Why did you say my name
in air quotes?

- But compared to
what the seventh graders have

put us through so far,
it should be a piece of cake.

- I remember my first
kissing party.

I barely got out alive.

Have fun, you two.

[screams]

- [sighs]

- Just watch. This is gonna be
the night of our lives.

You cool, bro?
- I'm fine.

- You good though?
- I said I'm fine.

- Yeah, yeah, no, yeah.
I'm good. You good?

- Dude, we had ample
chances to bail.

You made your bed here and
now, you got to kiss it.

- No, no, I'm good.
I'm good. I'm so good.

You good?
- [groans]

[laughter]

- [laughs]

- * Know somehow *

* I guess every rose *

both: [laughter]

- Oh, Dios m�o.
- Oh, goodness.

[gasps]

- * Just like every night
has it's dawn *

- [chuckles]
That's me, I think.

- Oh, that's
definitely you, bro.

[laughs]

- Look in her eyes, bro.

You landed on a good one.
She's a pro.

- [gulps]

Totally.
[laughs]

Uh, smooch.

Nothing to be afraid of.

Here I go.

[tense music]

* *

all: [gasps]

- Dude, why'd your moustache
just fall off?

- Oh, I knew it, "Nate-dog."

- Why'd you just say my name
in air quotes?

- He's a phony. A fake.

- Fake is a little harsh.

I'd describe myself as
aspirationally pubescent.

- Sixth graders can't even
grow moustaches.

- [groans]

- This is unbelievable.

What kind of sixth grade loser
would fake having a 'stache?

- A big loser that's who,
Spence.

Boom! Nailed it.

Yes!
[laughs]

- Yeah, beat it, you two.
- [groans]

- And use the back door, okay?

Because I don't want
my neighbors knowing

I had little, baby
sixth graders over here.

Yeah, I got a rep to maintain.

[doorbell rings]
- The Doughboyz.

We got to move.
- This is our biggest drop yet.

I've got excited mouth sweat.

- Huh, hello, gov'nor.
Now!

- [groans]
What in tarnation?

What is the meaning of this?

- You tell me, pal.

- Help! Somebody.

- Dad?

- I'm confused.
Does this mean your dad

and my Uncle Pedro are
in the Rackleff mob?

- No, Teddy, you were right.

Spencer is nuts.

Scoopsies,
the lady with the TV,

the missile silo,
it was all made up.

And now, those psychos have
my dad and Pedro.

We got to save them
before it's too late.

- [screams]

- How dare you bring your crime

into our peaceful
municipal--ality.

Not on my watch.

- Let's end
these two boneheads.

- Boneheads?
No, we're just salesmen.

- Speaking of which,

can we interest you
in some sourdough starter?

[chainsaw revs]

- Hey, why don't you guys
pick on someone your own age.

- Well, look who it is.

- What are you gonna do to us,
sixth graders?

Hit us with your blankies
and pacifiers.

- Well, no because you know,

neither of those things
would really hurt.

- She meant if they had spikes.
Boom! Nailed it.

- Pacifiers with spikes?

- These guys are
deeply disturbed.

- [growls]

both: [growls]

And it was kind of boring.

- Yeah!
- Get them.

* *

- Huh.

- [laughs]

Teddy, you know what to do.

both: [screams]

- Brintch, attack.
- Hi-yeah.

Boom?
[groans]

Nailed it.

- Not bad for a couple
of sixth graders.

- Did you just crack your eyes?

- You are one twisted
individual.

- [screams]

My 'stache.

- Is that all you got, punks?
[groans]

Huh?
[growls]

Teddy, come out and play.
Huh?

[groans]

[screams]

You waxed my 'stache.
[growls]

[gasps]
Oh, nuts.

- You might want to get
a fresh diaper, pal.

- [farts]
- Daddy?

- [screams]

- Easy, easy.
both: [groans]

- Perfect.
- Nate,

I just wanted to make you
a sandwich.

[cries]
- It's okay, Dad.

It's all over.
Also, I'm gonna be honest.

I just throw
your sandwiches out

when I get to school anyways.

- Spencer Amadeus Mozart
Rinfroe.

What in the name of
your father's stuffed walleye

do you think you're doing?

I have had it with you,
young man.

What did I tell you about

taking the law
into your own hands?

You're grounded and

I'm taking away your stuffies
for a whole week.

- No! Not my stuffies.

Mommy, you can't do that.

[cries]
- [growls]

- [groans]

- Oh, hey, guys.
Recess hang later?

- Don't you want to hang
with Spencer

and the cool seventh graders?

- Ah, no. That's over.
- Yeah, bro,

the seventh graders are
total sociopaths.

I'm not ready for that at all.

- Hmm, you don't say?

- Yeah, look, we were total
jerks for bailing on you guys

to hang out with a bunch of
raging lunatics.

- We're really sorry, guys,

although it was like
99.9% Nate's fault.

- It's okay.
Thanks for the apology.

- So what do you say?

You guys want to play
Time Disruptors after school?

- I'm in.
all: [groans]

- What? You don't like
my man 'stache?

[chitters]
[screams]

[rock music]

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