All language subtitles for Will & Grace (1998) - S05E07 - The Needle & Omelets Done (480p DVD x265 Silence)

Hey. Let me ask you something.

Am I too old for this shirt?

No.

Truth.

Yes.

Really?

Some young gym-trash were whispering about me during spin class.

But I think it kind of makes me look like an Abercrombie & Fitch model.

Yeah, maybe from when they founded the company.

Great.

Where are we supposed to shop now?

The Big-and-Tall & Old-and-Gay store?

Might as well get fat too. Let's eat.

Can't.

I'm savin' my appetite for tomorrow.

Leo and I are going to that all-you-can-eat brunch at The Plaza.

Wow, you guys must be pretty serious,

if you're allowing him to see you in any sort of all-you-can-eat context.

Next thing you know, you'll meet his parents.

No, no, no, no, no.

He's already floated going to Atlanta for Thanksgiving.

I put a kibosh on that, but quick.

I've already fooled him into liking me.

I don't know if I have the energy to fool

two older, wiser people who I can't confuse by having sex with.

My friends, it's finally happened.

My fame has reached a new level.

I just got recognized on the street.

Jack, someone yelling "queer" from a passing car is not a fan.

You didn't hear the way they said it, my friend.

Oh, Will, someone was asking about you in the elevator.

Yeah, it was your youth, and it wants its shirt back.

Anyway, little reminder

My acting class showcase is tonight.

It's gonna be very fun, very cas.

Very smokey, very B.O.

Ah, Jack, I already have plans with Leo tonight.

I'm sorry. I won't be able to make it.

Oh, Jack.

I have no plans tonight.

I'm sorry, I will be able to make it.

Poodle, I am planning my entire weekend around it.

Tonight I'm at your showcase, laughing and crying.

Tomorrow I'm at Dermy's, pumping my face full of enough Botox to erase any sign that I ever laughed or cried.

Sundays I go to worship at St. Patty's. Or the Rusty Nail,

whichever has happy hour.

Hey, sorry I'm late. Is it over? Did I miss anything?

-No.
- Damn it.

Welcome to Scene Study Night.

If I had known 50 years ago that I would be working with young actors like these,

I woulda hanged myself.

Oh, who's up?

Oh, crap.

Jack McFarland, get up here.

Thank you, Zandra.

I've chosen a classical piece.

But I believe it still speaks to us today.

Hi, Karen. Hi, Will.

At first, I was afraid. I... was... petrified.

Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side,

but then... I spent so many nights just thinking how you did me wrong!

And I grew strong!
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Stop! Stop! Stop!

What in the hell is this, bitch?

Well, wha--what do you mean? I'm acting.

Oh, is that what that smell is?

You stink.

I've been studying with you for five years,

so maybe if I stink, it's because you stink.

Do you think you could do better than me?!

Well, be my guest!

People...

Mr. McFarland will be teaching your classes tomorrow.

Those of you who are lucky will die in your sleep.

Oh, my god, this is so exciting.

Okay.

I'll see everyone tomorrow promptly at ten-ish, okay?

Oh, uh, boys in tight T-shirts.

Uh, girls' attendance, optional.

Oh, my God, you guys. Did you hear that?

Zandra wants me to teach.

I'm gonna be her prote-gay!

There goes our little Jackie, all excited.

The man stares humiliation in the face and says, "Don't I know you?"

Listen, Karen, um, let me ask you--

No! I'm not Grace.

I'm not gonna go to some gay piano bar with you and sing crappy show tunes, while we slug back dirty marti's and make out.

Well, I had to ask.

Actually, no, I was just curious.

Uh, wha--what did you say you were doing tomorrow?

Honey, I already told you.

I'm gonna get some Botox, and then I'm--

Why, Wilma!

Does my little 'mo wanna get a little bo?

Not really.

I just-- I may be a little bo-curious. Heh...

Well, come on, honey.

I know a cute little piano bar right around the corner.

Yeah, we'll have some dirty marti's and talk about it.

And if we make out, so be it.

Okay, the key to a successful brunch strategy is knowing how to work the buffet.

See, they put all the cheap stuff, like scones and muffins, in front.

I mean, how many of those can you have? Eight? Ten?

That's like four bucks.

Meanwhile, the smoked fishes and other pricey items are around the corner.

What do you have, a map?

I cased the joint last week.

You're an interesting girlfriend, Grace.

Oh, that melon looks good. I'm might get some of that.

Melon?

Have you not heard a word I said?

Okay, after this round, we hit the crab cakes, and we hit them hard.

Look, um, by the way, some friends of mine might meet us here today.

It's a college professor and his wife.

You don't mind if they join us, do you?

Well, do I have to button my pants?

I told you in the cab, no.

Mmm. We need m-more mimosas. Heh.

-Hey, stranger. How are you?
-Good.

Grace, this is Jay and Eleanor.

Guys, Grace Adler.

Grace.

Nice to meet you. Will you explain to this lunatic that they did not move the George Washington Bridge.

Will you explain to this lunatic that they did not move the George Washington Bridge.

Well, yelling "turn here, jackass, turn here" doesn't help me find the exit, darling.

Please, sit.

We just ordered mimosas, which I believe is French for "I don't wanna wait till noon to get hammered."

Ha ha ha!

Wow. I can't believe these before-and-after pictures.

Look at this one.

Before, she's this gnarled old witch and then after, she looks like--

Pleasant office.

Nice to see you again, Mrs. Walker.

You know, you come in here so often, I should really give you one of those little cards so,

after 12, you get a free one.

Ha ha!

Oh, Doc, too bad your comedy is lost on people with dead faces.

And you must be Mr. Truman.

Is this your first time?

Yeah. I'm a little nervous, so if you can kinda ease me into the whole process--

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Ow.

I guess we're just gonna start--

Ow.

Boy, you--you really don't believe in--

Ow.

All right. I think we're done. You okay?

Yeah, as long as I can pull off a sleeveless Abercrombie & Fitch T-shirt.

Ow,Ow,Ow!

So, Mrs. Walker, the usual?

Oh, no, honey.

Mommy's got a deep one today.

Break out the crap you're testin' on rats and pigs.

Whoa, 75 bucks for brunch?

Does a hooker come with that?

But I guess you doctors are not worried about that.

Hey. Come on, you're a doctor too. Sure, it's of art history,

but that's almost like helping people.

God bless you for doing that.

To be honest, I'm not really a big fan of the museum.

The Louvre... I went through that sucker in a half hour at a dead run.

Give me the "Pet Psychic" any day of the week.

Is that, uh, some sort of a cartoon where a dog can read minds?

What, do you live under a rock? T

he "Pet Psychic" is-- Okay, wait, I don't want to oversell this.

It is the greatest TV show ever!

Well, we don't watch television.

Oh, God. That's a load of crap, and you know it.

I prefer the theater.

Boo!

No one likes the theater.

It's just an expensive nap.

You hear that, honey? Those five books I wrote were about a nap.

Wait a minute.

Maybe that's why I felt so refreshed after reading all of them.

You know, you are a weisenheimer.

Come on, Jay.

Let's get some food.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. That vanilla yogurt looked good.

Yogurt. Dumb ass.

They were nice.

Yeah, yeah. I knew you'd like them.

See, it wasn't so bad meeting my parents, was it?

No. What?

They're your parents?

You invite your parents, and you don't tell me they're your parents?

Well, it's--it's just that they're not my parents.

They're not? Then why did you say that--

They're my parents.

Leo!

Why are you looking at the waiter?

What is he, your brother?

He--he is my brother.

He's your brother?

He's not my brother.

You really should not be screwing around with me right now.

You lied to me.

I know how freaked out you get when I talk about my parents.

I was trying to protect you.

But you didn't protect me.

I looked like an idiot.

No, you didn't. You looked like the real you, Grace.

You looked like the real you, Grace.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

So, so the real me is an idiot?

I didn't say that.

You said you're an idiot.

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Leo, I didn't want your parents to meet the real me.

I wanted them to meet the phony me,

the better me, not the one who boos your mother.

Oh, my God, I booed your mother.

That was awesome!

Come on. You should be thanking me.

I-I just mentioned going to Atlanta for thanksgiving, and you fake a panic attack.

How dare you?

I did not fake a panic attack.

I don't fake any--

Hi!

Oh, honeydew, sweet-- like "Sweet Charity," which is a play about a hooker.

Okay, let's begin.

Uh, Joanne, you have an audition this afternoon. Tell us about it.

Well, it's a PSA.

Okay, for those of you who do not know, PSA stands for sexually transmitted disease.

Go ahead.

I play this woman who's just had a baby.

And her child will never know his grandfather

because he died of lung cancer from smoking.

Ooh, ouch. Wow. I'm gonna need a minute with that one.

Well, I guess I didn't need a whole minute, okay.

Let's go on.

Come on up.

And, Joanne, action.

It should have been the happiest day of my life.

We're stopping.

Uh, Joanne.

What's this, honey? What's this mess here?

What's the water coming from here? What's that?

I'm crying because my kid's never gonna meet his grandfather

Hm-mm, but when you cry you're ugly, sweetheart.

Well, I'd like to be pretty, but cancer is sad.

And Libras are playful.

Okay.

They say acting is reacting.

I say acting is attracting.

Are you attractive enough?

I see a lot of puzzled faces.

But not many attractive ones.

But I prepared.

I spent a day with a woman who lost who father to cancer.

I can't help you get that time back, sweetheart.

But I can help you get this part.

Okay. Joanne,

what's happening is you're too hung up on what's in here.

The audience, they can't see that.

No.

They can only see what's in here, okay.

Act from here, honey. Act from your hair.

All right?

But not that hair. Get some highlights,

take those teeth a few shades up, and, hello, Joanne, beautiful breasts.

How 'bout can we see them?

You're an idiot!

Or am I brilliant?

Russell, come on up here.

Take your shirt off.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is acting.

Gray skies are gonna clear up.

Put on a happy face.

I can't!

Brush off the clouds and cheer up.

Put on a happy face.

I am!

Oh, life's a party with a face full of poison.

My face hasn't been this immobilized since they bought me a lap dance at my brother's bachelor party.

You know, in the early days, we didn't always have it easy, like you. No.

We had to go down to Chinatown, where they'd inject our frown lines with mayonnaise that had been left out in the sun for a week.

Well, we certainly owe a lot to you pioneers.

Here.

Oh, I'm gonna go put on my Abercrombie shirt.

Wow, look at me.

This is really working.

Nothing's moving.

Ha ha.

Welcome to the wax museum, honey.

Where nothing ever moves, and people are always amazed at how life-like you look.

Honey, what's the matter?

I d-- I don't look like me.

Wee!

And when I said, I ran through the Louvre, it was only because I was so inspired,

I had to run back to my hotel... to paint.

You don't have to do this, Grace.

Do what? I'm not doing anything.

What're you doing? That's the bigger question.

Theater, do you spell that with an R-E or an E-R?

I don't mean "ER," the TV program.

I don't watch television, either.

Grace, really. You--you can cut it out.

You cut it out.

You're the doctor. Or are you? I don't know.

What is she talking about?

I didn't tell her that you were my parents.

I just said that we were old friends.

That's right. He lied.

Just like the boy in that play who lies all the time--

Help me out here, Eleanor.

Uh, Pinocchio?

Yeah, Pinocchio.

Your son's a Pinocchio.

Is this true, Leo?

Did we raise a Pinocchio?

I think you did.

Okay, okay, I get it.

I screwed up.

I shouldn't have lied.

You see, this is a big deal to me.

I love you, Grace.

I'm introducing you to my parents.

I just want everything to be perfect.

Because I think you're perfect,

and if I-I-I-- Agh! If I-- If I were replacing an aortic valve, I could do it with my eyes closed.

But this--this is delicate!

It's--it's brunch!

I think we should let them have a moment alone.

Come on, Jay.

Go pay.

For everyone?

Look, I don't know what you want me to say.

I'm sorry, okay?

What?

What you said.

You love me.

That was the first time you said that.

Yeah, I was gonna say it earlier. I was just looking for the perfect time,

which was before you called my dad a "dumb ass."

You know what?

I love you too.

So...

Yeah.

We did the I-love-you thing.

We did.

And it felt nice.

Yeah.

But if you ever lie to me again, they're gonna have to stitch your 'nads back together.

Oh, Leo, your parents are still here.

They're not my parents.

Ow-kay. She's serious.

Thank you. Great scene.

Finally, somebody makes Death of a Salesman watchable.

How did that feel?

Okay, I just--I don't remember there being a kiss between the brothers.

That's the difference between acting the play and Jack-ting the play.

Well, McFarland.

I gave you a class of crap, and you managed to make crap-ade.

I does what I can.

Would you please, please get the hell out of here.

Just get out.

You can't act.

You can't teach.

You got nothing to offer.

And you never will.

That's not true.

I did everything Jack said, and this afternoon, I got my first job.

The anti-smoking thing?

No, I didn't get that one, because I seemed too jazzed about my dead dad.

The same casting director liked my smile and put me in a toothpaste commercial.

Even better. You see.

She's actually helping people.

She's transformed from an actress into an attractress.

Get out.

Zandra, what are you saying?

Get out!

Are you saying you want me to get out?

Does anyone have some boiling soup?

I don't think I like your tone.

I am a good teacher.

And if you don't want me in your class anymore, Zandra...

I'll start my own. Who's with me?

I am.

So am I!

And do you know why they're coming with me, Zandra?

Because I touched people in this class today.

And when no one was looking, I touched myself a little bit too.

Hey.

Hey.

The most amazing thing happened to me tonight.

Leo told me that he loved me.

Oh, honey. I'm so happy for you.

Really? 'Cause you don't look happy.

Trust me. I'm thrilled.

Will, are you really doing this?

Are you still pouting about me and Leo, because, you know, it is so childish.

No, I'm really happy for you.

Unbelievable.

Let me know when you grow up.

Grace, I'm happy. I'm happy!