All language subtitles for Rules of Engagement s03e10 Family Style.eng

A waffle is like a beautiful golden lattice

of sweet, shimmering, syrup-filled lakes.

And yet, in our wedding
vows, he called me "chief."

You eating?

I'm saving my appetite for lunch, but
you did talk me into a bite of yours.

See, here's how it works.
I order what I wanna eat...

And I alone eat it.

Probably don't need x-Rays.

Jeff's a little territorial about his food.

Yeah, my mistake.

He seems so human, I
forget he's a gorilla.

From when I was a kid, you know,

I was afraid I was never
gonna get enough food.

Even with all those people
throwing peanuts into the cage?

You really want your cause of death
to be one too many gorilla jokes?

So who's your lunch date with, huh?
That geography wiz you were seeing?

Hey, do you know the
capital of North Dakota?

Uh, I know it's not South Dakota.

Yeah, that was a shocker.

She's a real smarty.

Dr. Ellen Leib. She's a psychiatrist.

You're dating a shrink?

Aren't you worried she's gonna see
right past all of the... this?

Listen, I've been to my
share of these people.

Some by choice, some court-ordered.

But I found it's impossible to shrink me.

God did a pretty good job.

- Even when I was a kid,
it was a waste of time. - Your parents sent you to therapy?

Well, their divorce hit me pretty hard,
you know. I always thought it was my fault.

- That's so sad.
- Yeah, turns out it was my fault.

But I got to check out
those rorschach tests.

- Why is that a good thing?
- Come on...

ink blot pictures of people having sex.

Wow.

Oh, that's Jackie. Eh...

I need you guys to help me with Adam.

Oh, listen, I'll show him with
the hand puppets one more time,

but when it comes to the
wedding night, he's on his own.

He was visiting his parents, and I
guess the hippies rubbed off on him,

because he came back with a soul patch.

So that means you're gonna be Mrs. Idiot.

I told him it was lame, but
he thinks it's cool and retro.

He crumbles under pressure from you guys,
so let him have it... really lay into him.

All right, here he comes. Oh, my God.

What up, guys?

Hey, welcome back.

Got a little soul patch action, huh?

Yeah, well, what do you think?

I think it's pretty damn cool.

Wait... what? No, you don't.

I'd go so far as to say retro.

Okay, I got to admit that there was a part of
me that thought you guys were gonna mock it.

Oh, my God... why?

Thank you.

I'm gonna go wash up.

What the hell is wrong with you guys?

First I wanted to screw with you,

but then I realized the more I say I
like it, the more it stays on his face.

And keeps on giving.

I can't believe you guys didn't abuse him.

One time I wore a black and white striped
shirt, and I never heard the end of it!

Oh, my God, I ran into the hamburglar,
and he's still mad about that.

I'm not even wearing it.

- Don't you have a football
game you gotta go referee? - It was a month ago!

You can't tell time. You're a zebra.

Don't make plans for Saturday night.
Jackie and Brad invited us to dinner.

Oh, I thought you were
so anti-double date.

Yeah, he usually is,
but this works out great.

Jeff gets along with Brad,
and I get along with Jackie.

Yeah, the loophole is it's two dudes.

You know, I just realized, Brad
is black and Jackie's white.

Now, what garment does that bring to mind?

- All right, hey,

did you give the patch
a little comb-through?

Little bit.

- didn't think he could improve it.
- But ya did!

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All right.

Thank you for the coffee,
Dr. Leib, medicine woman.

I wasn't sure. How do
you take your coffee?

Orally. Heh heh.

You do that a lot.

Oh, yeah, I've heard that before.

I use humor as a shield, blah, blah, blah.

You do, but I've also noticed That
often when you say something funny,

you punctuate it with a little "heh heh."

What, is that like a thing?

It could be a defense mechanism
to prevent others from judging you.

Or perhaps a holdover from childhood

to fill the silence when your parents
didn't appreciate your humor.

Yeah, they didn't. And I was funny.

I was like Richard Pryor
around that house...

Except smaller and a little
whiter. Heh heh heh.

Oh, my God!

I am so sorry! I didn't mean
to make you self-conscious.

No, no, no. It actually feels good
to learn something about myself.

Maybe I should make an appointment
so you can get me on the couch.

Well, that wouldn't be ethical.

You and I already have a
personal relationship.

Yeah, um, speaking of which,
when do I get you on the couch?

Hopefully soon.

What do you mean, hopefully?
It's up to you!

It's too bad you can't see me as a patient. I bet
you could figure out why I wet the bed till I was 15.

What if Ellen's the first psychiatrist
that can answer all my questions?

Why do I objectify women?

Why do I never get to
know them as people...

Merely as accessories to meaningless sex?

So become a patient.

I'd rather nail her.

Sorry I'm late, Mr. Dunbar.

As per your request,

I attended the sexual
harassment seminar in your stead.

Oh, who ran it?

That hot piece in personnel
with the sweet muffin?

Oh, someone's gotta nail that!

Okay, I will. Heh heh heh.

If there's nothing else, sir.

Well, uh,

Timmy, I need you to start
seeing a psychiatrist.

As me.

I'm sorry?

I'm sorry for you, too, Tim.

You're asking me to pretend
I'm you and see a psychiatrist?

I must say, sir, I'm not at
all comfortable with that.

I wish that... meant something to me.

What would make a person ask another
person to do something like this?

Good question. Why don't you
ask that when you go see her?

Sir, when I first arrived here,

you promised that I would be
making valuable contacts.

Thus far, the only additions
to my rolodex are

a bail bondsman, several straight-
to-video actresses,

and a high-end children's shoe store.

Timmy, I promised you advancement, but
that doesn't come without responsibility.

But sir, I really...

Timmy... you're so close.

I'd hate to see you throw it all away now.

- I'll make the appointment, sir.
- There ya go.

Hey, can you give a call into little
piggies and see if my wingtips are in?

So I'm one minute into Project Runway

when all of a sudden the screen fills
with a bunch of sweaty boys chasing a ball.

It was the Knicks-Celtics game.
I didn't know he was recording.

God, I know how you feel.

Jeff cancelled one of my shows
to record an operation.

It was a breast augmentation.

Ooh, short ribs.

Mm! Love at first bite.
Anyway, where was i?

Recapping your riveting
Project Runway disaster.

It was a disaster. It was the finale.

Ooh, heaven on a fork!

So I call up Heidi Klum...

Oh, this is us.

- Oh, boo! This was too fun!
- I know!

Let's do it again tomorrow
night. You guys available?

Totally. I'll call you mana. We'll
watch The View together on the phone.

I love it.

See ya, Brad. See ya, Jeff.

Hey, Jeff, you wanna come
sit back here with me?

What are we, newlyweds?

God, that was fun. Jackie is a riot.

Never again.

- Oh, here we go. What did he do?
- You didn't see it?

- He took food off my plate.
- Oh, calm down.

Look, I know this might sound crazy to you,
but most people are actually okay with sharing.

Well, I'm not.

How do you line up on this..."Eyob"?

Oh, I come from Ethiopia,

where all meals are communal.
Everyone shares everything.

Right. So you left.

I left because of political persecution.

Still, you couldn't have
loved the food thing.

You had to go and invite
them for another dinner?

Yes. Because I like Jackie. We're
becoming really good friends.

Fine, then I will talk to him, lay
down some ground rules before dinner.

No, no, and no. Do you know how many potential
friendships I have lost because of your ground rules?

- Name one.
- The Millers.

That wasn't my fault.
He kept interrupting me.

Oh. And what about the Whitmans?

You take both arm rests
in a movie theater,

you're gonna hear from me.

All I know is you open
your mouth, I lose friends.

So you're not gonna talk to Jackie.

Fine. Then you tell him.

No, no, no, no. He's very
sensitive to criticism.

Brad told me he once made a tiny comment about
the paint color Jackie chose for the living room.

Jackie had a hissy fit.

So you will just deal with it.

What, you believe this?

I gotta go out with a
guy who violated my meal.

Sir, it's hard for me to be objective

since you are sitting on my sandwich.

Start with my childhood.

Emphasize how much it hurt when
those awful kids called you albino

because of your pale skin
and your blond white hair.

And you see no flaw in that plan?

This might be the dumbest
thing I've ever seen you do,

and I saw you trying to
forge a gynecology license.

Dude, I'm trying to find
out why I do stuff like that.

All right, now, self-image.
Now, I know I'm not short,

but why do I occasionally feel inadequate

about my perfectly average height?

You are short. It's a fact.

Look at this guy! He's telling a
semi-licensed gynecologist what a fact is.

All right, and whenever I
score with a babe,

I immediately wanna leave.

So the question is,

what's wrong with her
that makes me wanna do that?

Hey, Adam, you got some,
uh, powdered sugar.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

You know what? That looks cool.

You should bleach it.

Oh... that'd be fierce!

You just said fierce!

Dude... that's cool.

Hey, Aud, ya up?

What's wrong?

Nothin', I figured out how to stop
Jackie from stealing my food again.

- Jeff... you're not gonna talk to him...
- Without saying anything to him.

Look, step one...

we invite Adam and Jen. I realize
we need to throw bodies at this thin

Here's the seating chart.

I'm here. Adam. You. Jen. Brad.

Meat thief, way over here.

He goes left, boom... it's you and Adam.

He goes right, boom... Brad and Jen.

Directly across... Can't reach.

Sorry, Jackie.

You lose.

I wonder if my high school
boyfriend is still listed.

So as an adolescent,

you masturbated so chronically

that your parents had you
fitted for sandpaper mittens?

Evidently.

And how did that make you feel?

The word humiliated
barely scrates the surface.

If I may, I'd like to talk
about your breast feeding.

Must we?

At what age did you stop?

I'll need to check that.

Made a few notes prior to our session.

Oh, here we go.

Uh, stopped breast feeding
at age seven. Oh, dear God.

And how did that make you feel?

I really wish you'd stop asking me that.

I don't say this to many patients,

but I give you so much credit for just
getting out of bed in the morning.

It is becoming increasingly difficult.

Hey...I just had an idea. How
'bout, uh, Audrey, Adam, Jackie,

Jen, Brad, and me?

Wow, look at you, the man with the plan.

I was up all night thinkin' about it.

Problem solved.

You know, eventually I'm actually gonna
pull the muscles that control eye-rolling.

Now, what would you say is
the worst thing you've ever done

in an attempt to sleep with a woman?

- May I consult my notes again?
- Sure.

I'm sorry. We're out of time.

No. We have 20 minutes left.

So please, the worst thing you've
ever done to sleep with a woman.

I'm not sure I can say this out loud.

That's okay, I'll... I'll just read it.

Thank you.

I think we're out of time.

Everything looks so good.

Couldn't reach across this table
if he had extendable robot arms.

Oh. Wow. They... they really
are starting to hurt.

The mongolian beef?

I ordered that right here, my friend.

- Oh, the tofu looks great.
- It does. I should have ordered that.

It doesn't matter. We're
all sharing anyway.

Not all of us.

That's the great thing about this
place... it's family style.

Get it while it's hot!

Here's something that I'd
hoped never to say

to the person I'm gonna marry:

Honey, you have a little
rice in your soul patch.

Easy on the patch, right? You're
the only one who doesn't like it.

No. You're the only one who does.

Oh, yeah? Let's ask Jackie.
He works in fashion.

Jackie, what do you think
of this bad boy, huh?

Well, you know, Brad's always telling me I need
to work on keeping my opinion to myself, so...

What, you don't like it?

- Well, you know, I just... I...
- No,

it's okay, Jackie. Tell him.

Okay. Soul patches.

Not having soul patches.

Yeah, well, Jeff likes it.

No. No, I don't.

- See?
- So...

no one thinks this is f... fierce?

Oh, my God, did you just say fierce?

Thank you! Where were you
during his do-rag phase?

I am so full, I can't have another bite.

I surrender!

Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me.

Look, don't say anything, all right?

I understand your beef with Jackie.

I had no beef with Jackie.
That's the problem.

Hey, there's my alter ego.

All right. Tell me everything.

You're wildly sociopathic
with hypersexual tendencies.

You suffer from both megalomania
and a Napoleon complex,

and you should ideally
never be left unsupervised.

That's good stuff. Keep it comin'.

When's our next session?

Please don't make me go
back for more, sir.

- I wanna be cured.
- There is no cure for what you've got!

Apparently, your best hope is to try to get
out in front of it pharmaceutically, sir.

- Oh, sweet! Meds! Here, gimme.
- Since

I'm the one who endured the trauma,
I do feel I'm going to need them.

Nerts, Timmy.

My psychoses, my pills.
Come on, come on.

There ya go.

But I just don't see how I'm
going to be able to sleep tonight.

Or any night, for that matter.

- All right, you big baby. There you go.
- It does say to take three, sir.

Drink with it. You'll be fine.

Finished?

God, yes! Take it away!

Before I forget... we have
box seats to Cher next month.

Who wants in?

We're flying to A.C.

- Really? Just for the concert?
- Jackie's a huge fan of Cher.

Ironic. He's not a fan of sharing.

- What was that?
- Nothing.

Jeff's just being silly.
He's wasted again.

He said I'm not a fan of
sharing. What did you mean?

It's just that you took a lot of the
mongolian beef, and I ended up with none.

Well, why didn't you say something, dummy?

- It's not a big deal.
- It is a big deal.

I'm so sorry.

I get caught up in the conversation, and
I forget I'm sucking down everybody's food.

Excuse me, could we get another order
of mongolian beef over here pronto?

I'll put that in right away.

Next time, just speak up.

I may have porcelain skin,
but I'm not made of it.

Thanks, Jackie.

See, he took that like a
champ. There was no hissy fit.

Why would you think I'd have a hissy fit?

It's just Audrey said...

It was... just because of...

I... I thought...

you wanna see a hissy, Audrey?
Talk about me behind my back.

Oh! Oh, that's right. You did!

- Jackie... no, no, Jackie, I...
- Save it, Audrey.

I thought we were friends.

Jackie, wait!

Why don't you want us to have friends?

I swear, this has never happened before.

Are you sure there's
nothing else I can do?

Like what? I'm already out of hand lotion.
You almost started a fire down there.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

Well, it could be any number of things.

Stress, new medication.

New medication... oh,
you've gotta be kidding me.

That's okay.

I have to confess, I'm...
Not quite in the mood anyway.

Really?

Well, I just took on this new client,

and I don't think I can help him.

You can't?

No. He's one of those people
there's just no hope for.

Not even a little bit?

No. It's very upsetting.

Yes, it is.

Aw, you got rid of the soul patch!

Yeah. I shaved it off a week ago.

Still...

remember when he had it?

Really? We're gonna do this again?

The ninth fairway emailed me,

and it wants its divot back.

This doesn't make sense anymore.

They world's tiniest plane called.

They wanna know if the
runway is clear for landing.

- Can we just move on?
- A brazilian porn star left a message two days...

I know what she wants back,
okay? I don't have it anymore!

Hey, guys. look what she's wearing.

Oh, crap!

Where are you going?

Did you double-park your gondola?

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