All language subtitles for 18 to Life s01e11 In Sickness and in Health.eng

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Tom, are you ready?

We're going to miss
the opening band?

TOM: Why?
Who's the opening band?

I don't know.

Some group I've never heard of.

I'm cold.

Are you cold?

No, but then, I'm
wearing a shirt.

Yeah, yeah.

I-- I got sweaty, took it off.

Are you OK?

Yeah, yeah, fine.

Got a little something
in the back of my throat.

OK.
So get some water.

And dinner tasted weird.

And my feet are clammy.

You get clammy feet?

Only when I'm getting sick.

Oh, crap, I'm getting sick.

Maybe we should
just stay home.

No, no, no, no.

You've been looking
forward to this concert

for, like, a month.
- Oh, please.

There'll be other concerts.

Yeah, but not with
your fourth favorite band

and that other group.

Well Carter and
Eva are waiting,

and I don't want
to disappoint them.

OK.

Love you.

Bye.

I forgot my purse.

[groaning]

[theme music]

THEME: Can't we find a way
that we could be together?

Is there any way that
we could be together?

And oh, by the way,
baby, do you love me?

Yes, I do.

Yes, I do.

Yes, I do.

Yes, I do.

Look at this-- got the Hills'
mail mixed in with ours again.

Well, just bring
it over to Phil.

It's bad enough I have
to live next to the guy.

Now I got to deliver
his mail as well?

I'll just give him a sponge
bath while I'm at it.

How do you go from, "hi,
here's your mail" to "hello,

want a sponge bath?"

Well, I'm keeping
his car wash coupon.

That can't be right.

Hm?

No, it is.

They have Lyle Lovett
stamps now for some reason.

No, no, no, no.

It's from Mensa.

The intellectual society.

Phil's getting mail from Mensa?

So?

So Phil can't be
getting mail from Mensa.

I'm a judge, and
I'm not in Mensa.

And Phil's just a-- well,
whatever the hell Phil is.

I guess anything's possible.

No, it's not.

Clearly, it's a mix up.

Yeah, that's what I thought
about the Lyle Lovett stamps

at first.

But then, no.

[sighs]
- Morning.

Morning.

You look tired.

I didn't sleep.

Something keeping you up?

More like someone.

Tom was up all night coughing
and blowing his nose.

Tom is sick?

A little.

I'm sure it's--

Step aside.

I'm on it.

The orange juice has pulp,
but I can strain that out.

All right.

Let's see.

I've got Tom's
favorite nose drops.

We'll just have to find that
new digital thermometer.

Very accurate, goes
right in his ear.

Tom has favorite nose drops?

Oh, god.
I have to call my dentist.

Supposed to have a root
canal, but obviously,

that's going to have to wait.

Soup.

[blowing nose]

I came as soon as I heard.

Sweet, my favorite nose drops.

Do you have to
do that out here?

My porch, my rules.

Yeah.

Uh, got some of your mail
mixed in with ours again.

Ah, thanks.

I-- I couldn't
help but notice you

got a letter from Mensa there.

Yeah.

Try to rope me into speaking
at the next meeting.

[chuckling]

Oh, so are a member?

Six years.

Why, aren't you?

No, not as of yet.
I--

PHIL: Really?
- Yeah.

Wow.

And you're a judge.

[door opening]
PHIL: Oh.

Hey, honey.

Ben brought us mail.

Damn mailman.

Tara's having a bit of
a war with the carrier.

Well, he started it.

TARA: Can't you read?

Of course I can't read,
because I'm just a mailman.

Oh, don't be obtuse.

You know what I'm talking about.

Oh, so now, I'm
illiterate and obtuse.

Although I don't know what
obtuse means, because I'm

just a stupid mailman.

I'll just go bone up on this.

Ow.

You did dig your
nails into his arm.

Could have been a dog bite.

Can't prove a thing.

I got it.

It's a different kind
of Mensa, isn't it?

Some sort of a
nonprofit organization

that recycles shoes
into rope or rope

into shoes or some such thing?

Or-- right?

See you, Ben.

You should have
seen Tom's mom.

She was like Wonder
Woman, except instead

of the lasso of truth,
she had a serving tray.

Oh, yeah.

Why does Superman get to shoot
lasers out of his eyes and all

Wonder Woman gets is a rope?

Stay with me, Eva.

Right.

So you just-- you left
him alone with his mother?

Don't get me wrong.

I love Tom to death.

I'm just not that good
around sick people.

Germaphobe?

No, I just find
them irritating.

Oh, that's sweet.

You think I'm a
horrible person.

No.

No, I think you lack
the nursemaid gene.

- Nursemaid gene?
- Yeah.

Some people have it.

Some people don't.

It's like curly hair
or an extra toe.

Oh.

Well, Tom's mother has it.

Huh.

What, you don't
like this shirt?

Just, this is a
territory issue.

You let her take over
now, and pretty soon,

she'll be folding your laundry.

Well, that doesn't
sound so bad.

What?

Linen wrinkles.

Just to be fair, she
did have an invisible jet.

- Huh?
- Wonder Woman.

Oh.

Oh, we're back on that?

BEN: Aha.

There we go.

I don't think you
can join Mensa online.

I know that, Wendy.

I'm just taking a sample
test here to prove that--

for fun.
For fun.

It's just for fun.

Ben, let it go.

Just because Phil's
in Mensa doesn't

make him any smarter than you.

Actually, it does.

Oh, no, of course
he's not smarter.

It's just that the
questions are too easy.

Come on.
Here.

Look.

If it were two hours
later it would be half as

long to midnight as it would
be if it were an hour later,

what time is it now?

Time for a harder question.

Oh.

That's great, Tom.

Why don't you just walk
around and lick everybody?

What are you doing out of bed?

Oh, Jessie thought maybe
we just go for a walk.

Yeah, you know, get some
fresh air, stretch his legs.

That is so sweet, Jessie.

Seriously Tom,
don't be an idiot.

You'll catch your
death out there.

Maybe you're right.

Listen, you get upstairs
and under the covers,

and I'm going to make
you some nice hot tea.

- OK, Mom.
- [inaudible]

BEN: Apple is to pear as
potato is to-- oh, God.

It's a harder time getting
into our country club.

Anti-Semite bastards.

Hey.
Hey.

Excuse me.
Wait a minute.

[sighs]

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

These aren't mine.
- Hm?

They're the Wongs.

They live three
blocks down the road.

Well, you're going to
want to keep that address,

because that's where
all your mail is.

What is your problem?

You know, I just
don't like your type.

Hm?

High society.

Nose in the air.

Always thinking you're
better than everybody else.

Whoa.
Whoa.

Hey.

I am not high society.

I happen to be against
junk mail because it's

environmentally unsound.

And for your information,
I am very pro-union.

Oh, mm, pro-union.

Oh, friend to the working man.

Hey, everybody,
Norma Ray over here.

Norma Ray.
- And you know what?

Don't think I didn't see the
pages of My "Harper's" missing.

Well, why would I take them?

I can't read.
- Oh!

- Remember?
- Jesus.

Maybe you can
try another tactic.

Like hit him with a shovel?

No, do something nice.

Kill him with kindness.

Eh.

So we're passing on the
shovel idea, are we?

Can I ask you guys something?

When I was a kid and I got sick,
did you, like, go nuts over me?

Yeah, no, you never got sick.

Really?

That doesn't sound right.

Yeah, no, it's true.

You only ate organic.

Your immune system
is impenetrable.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

I'm sure I remember
getting colds.

You did.

But I took care of you.

Your mother is a very
loving person, Jess.

She's just not very
good around sickness.

Ah, she's born without
the nursemaid gene, right?

No, it's just how she's wired.

You make it sound like she
has an extra toe or something.

Ah, Jessie.

You're just in time.

For what?

Oh, your father
thinks he's so Mensa.

I'll see how Mensa he is.

I can Mensa the
hell out of this.

"Would you like your results?"

(SARCASTIC) No, I want
the hockey scores.

Of course I want my results.

[scoffs]

There we go.

That can't be right.

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

[sniffs, clears throat]

What are you look at?

Hm?

[music playing]

Hey, baby.

I just got back from
a nice long walk.

And I think I have
an idea of how

we can make you feel better.

JUDITH: Shhh.

Don't wake him.

I just got him off to sleep.

These vitamin C packets
will clear you right up.

It's concentrated.

Oh, Mom already gave me
like a gallon of orange juice.

Which is loaded with sugar.

What would you rather have?

A cold or diabetes?

Are those my only options?

Chicken soup is ready.

Oh, Mom already made a batch.
Did you try it?

It's fantastic.

This is better than homemade.

TOM: How so?

Because it says so
on the box, sweetie.

Now, have some of this.

And in a couple of hours, you'll
be on your feet and back to--

well, hello, Judith.

Jessie.

I see you have your tray.

Tom said he was hungry.

Well, I can take it from here.

Oh, it's no trouble.

- No, really, I insist.
- It's my pleasure.

You've done enough.

Well, perhaps we
should let Tom decide.

I'm afraid Tom is delirious
due to dangerously high blood

sugar.

What is that supposed to mean?

Guys, guys.

It's-- you know, it's
not a competition.

The important thing
is that I get better.

That's right.

PHIL: Hey, Ben.

Ben.

How'd it go?

How'd what go?

PHIL: The Mensa test.

Jessie mentioned you
were gonna take it.

- Oh, it was great.
- Oh, yeah?

What was your score?

You cheated, didn't you?

Huh?

You are one big,
fat cheating cheater.

And you cheated.

PHIL: Oh.

You didn't pass, dude.

Now, that is seriously bogus.

I'm fine.

If it makes you
feel any better,

that online test isn't a
really good barometer anyway.

It's not?

Nah.

No, the real test is quite
a bit harder, actually.

Forget about the stupid test.

Maybe I could pull some strings.

I could make some calls.

It'd be great to have a
buddy in the club, huh?

God, you are one
arrogant son of a bitch.

I got all your favorites.

"Maxim," "Details,"
"Rolling Stone."

Hey, that have an article with
the guy on the postage stamp.

Check it out, Tom cat.

I got you all the "Saw"
movies, plus the first season

of "Robot Chicken."

Oh, thanks, baby.

That's so thoughtful.

Yeah.

Too bad he doesn't have
a DVD player in here.

It was on sale.

I was gonna get you Blu-ray,
but I didn't want to spoil you.

Oh, you guys are so awesome.

I don't know what to say.

Actually, I'm feeling a little
sleepy, if you don't mind.

Oh.

Oh.

No.

You sleep tight, tiger.

He prefers Tom cat.

[door closes]

Hey, Kurt.

Yeah, it's me.

Dude, you would not
believe the thing

I've got going on over here.

- What's this?
- A peace offering.

I made you a carrot cake.

You did?

I thought we could just put
this whole misunderstanding

behind us.

Oh.

I get it.

I'm supposed to carry this cake
around for the rest of the day.

Oh, yeah.

Now, that's very funny.
- No.

I mean-- what--

I-- I thought you
could just, you know,

put it in your
truck or something.

[sighs]

I haven't been
assigned a truck.

Hm?
Only the top guys get trucks.

But you probably already
knew that, didn't you?

Didn't you?

Mail.

You know what I just noticed?

That guy's kind of defensive.

And remember, it's two
drops in each nostril.

He'll try to get three,
but you stand firm.

I stop by to say hello
and you put me to work?

Is it gonna kill
you to take something

up to your sick brother?

I don't like seeing
him when he's healthy.

Go.

[sighs]

Worried about Tom?

No.

He'll be fine.

It's Jessie.

Sometimes I think she's
trying to take over for me.

Well, she is his wife.

I know.

But where does that
leave his mother?

Yeah.

You'll always have
me to take care of.

Well, that's different.

You're self-sufficient.

Oh, am I?

Thanks to Phil, I'm now
having trouble understanding

a Family Circus cartoon.

Well, it's not you.

It's the cartoon.

That's for that.

Oh, don't worry.

You'll always be Tom's mother.

And you'll always
be the smartest

man in the neighborhood.

Who isn't in Mensa.

Try Marmaduke.

It's easier.

TOM: No, I'm gonna say
dyeing your pubes clearly

is an awful idea.

[laughing]

TOM: So he thought the
raccoon was attacking him,

but it was actually
humping his leg.

Yeah, it was hilarious.

No, I'd love to play ball,
but I can't leave house.

Unless-- what if I faked
a doctor's appointment?

Too much?

I gotta go.

[fakes cough]

I'll buy you a
nice bottle of wine.

You're underage.

Non-alcoholic?

Non-alcoholic?

What do you want, Monica?

[sighs]

PHIL: Hey, Ben.

You want some carrot cake?

What's that?

Some sort of a smart joke I'm
not supposed to understand?

No, it's a carrot cake.

Trying to pawn that
off on you now, huh?

I hate those people.

Tell me about it.

They think they're so smart.

Oh, they think they're better
than everyone else, am I right?

Exactly.

Hey.

I'm Ben, by the way.

Donald.
BEN: Nice to meet you.

I like the cut of your
jib there, Donald.

You don't judge me.

Well-- so what
do you do, then?

I'm a judge.

But listen, if you're
done your route,

would you like to join
me in a good single malt?

Well Well, no.

But, uh, I could sure use a
beer, if you know what I mean?

Oh, even better.

Right this way, my good man.

You know I got
him a heating pad.

An electric heating pad?

Not very environmentally
conscious.

Yeah, well, neither
is wasting water.

Hey, Monica, where'd
you get that DVD player?

Tom gave it to me in exchange
for keeping my mouth shut.

Mouth shut about what?

Pretending to be sick.

Oops.

Beer.

Simple and unpretentious.

You know what goes
great with beer?

Hm?

Honey pretzels.

Pretzels!

Ha, I love it!

Yeah.

So you-- you just carry these
things around in your bag?

DONALD: I got to keep carbed up.

You know?

This job is not as
easy as it looks, huh.

Oh, hey, it looks plenty
hard to me, you know?

Dogs, traffic,
what, bad weather.

Oh, yeah.
The cats.

Really?

DONALD: Yeah, no one
expects the cats.

No, I wouldn't have.

Yeah, they jump
out of the tree.

They just claw you
right on your back.

No kidding.

So many things you
got to worry about.

Oh, but worst of all--
DONALD: Hm?

Stuck up jerks.

[laughing]

Cheers.

[laughing]

What's going on?

We're taking you
to the hospital.

I'm sorry.
What?

Well, you have to think of
the rest of the family, Tom.

I just spoke to the doctor.

And he says based
on your symptoms,

you may have a virus
that's going around.

What kind of virus?

Z29F.

I don't know.

There were lots of
numbers and letters.

And there may have been
an animal in there too.

Don't you worry.

It's just a precaution.

Yeah, but if there's a
bad virus going around,

aren't you supposed to stay
away from the hospital?

Whatever.

I'm sure it's nothing
to be alarmed about.

I'm better.

I mean, I am better now.

Just now.

This morning.

Yesterday morning.

I-- I really was sick.

I'm just feeling better now.

Prepare to start
feeling worse.

The ranger says--

Yeah?

That's not a canoe, but
you can keep paddling.

[laughing]

Oh, you're a delight.

TARA: All right.

That's enough.

I know what you're doing, Ben.

Uh-oh.

What is it exactly I'm
supposed to be doing?

You're hanging out with
him just to infuriate me.

Classic Tara.

Yeah, it's all about her.

For your information,
your highness,

I'm hanging with Donald
here because he gets me.

He's an average ordinary Joe.

Oh.

Pardon me.

Well, you know what I mean.

Just--

Hey, you're judging me.

BEN: What?

He's judging me.

Sure sounds like it.

Well, for your information,
I just happen to have

a rich and varied interests.

Oh, I'm sure you do.
It was just--

Oh, let me-- let me
apologize for Ben, Donald.

He's a bit of an elitist.

Oh, OK.

Well, screw you!

BEN: Don't listen
to her, Donald.

PHIL: See you later, honey.

BEN: Come on.

Where are you going?

I've got that Mensa
meeting tonight.

Holy crap.

I forgot all about it.

Hey, can I get a lift with you?

What?

Oh, hey!

I always thought
I recognized you.

[nonsense noises]

Boom, chaka, boom, chaka,
boom, chaka, boom, chaka.

Mmmm-Mensa!

See you out front.

All righty.

Be careful with that.

It's linen.

JUDITH: Yoo-hoo!

TOM: Oh, lemonade.

It's for Jessie.

Oh, thanks, Judith.

I'll bring the tray
down when I'm done.

Actually, I've been thinking.

And I want you to have it.

A passing of the
tray, if you will.

Thank you.

It means a lot.

Oh.

Take good care of him.

OK, I don't care if
you catch the plague.

We are not using a tray
with a choo choo on it.

His name's Topper.

Really?

[coughing]

[coughing continuing]

[groaning]

Oh.

I brought you some soup.

[groaning]

And your favorite nose drops.

Oh, thank you, honey.

And your favorite magazines.

"Economist," "National
Review," "Necktie Aficionado."

Oh, it's a new one.
JUDITH: Mmhm.

Thank you.

You don't happen to have
a handgun as well, do you?

Oh, cheer up.

I have some good news.

Hm?

Mm.

Wendy took the
online Mensa test.

Oh, she failed, right?

Um, yeah.

Yeah, it's too bad.

You're not just saying that
to make me feel better, right?

Oh, you are so smart.

[chuckling]

Uh--

Ah--

Mm.

When you say smart--

Genius.

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