All language subtitles for Awkward s05e16 Best Friends for Never.eng

Previously on "Awkward"...

I'm transferring to Wycoff.

I don't know if I want you here.

I slept with Luke last night.

You know how this story ends.

I like him.

Can we have this convo later?

Maybe I just had to accept

that we'd both gone in
different directions.

- I think we should try again.
- Me too.

I was worried getting
back together with an ex

would feel very "been
there, dated that,"

but with Luke, everything
felt so exciting

and brand-new.

Maybe because for the first time

I wasn't thinking about Matty.

Okay, time for an intermission.

We're late for work.

Work, right.

I knew there was a reason
we were just standing here.

[clears throat]

Hey, hons.

Why are you so 2000-and-late this morning?

We got a little, uh, distracted.

Talking about article
ideas, just spitballing.

Lost track of time.

God bless you nerds.

Spitballing.

What?

Why didn't you just tell him the truth?

What, you don't want him to
find out you're into girls?

Look, Jenna, no one can
know we like each other.

Suddenly my relationship with
Luke was feeling less brand-new

and more like a bad case of
sophomore year d?j? vu.

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What do you mean, no one
can know we like each other?

Are you, like, embarrassed
of me or something?

- Jenna.
- No, you know what.

I have been kept a secret before.

I know how this goes,
and I am not interested.

Whoa, slow down.

I'm not embarrassed of you, okay?

I just want to make sure
you get taken seriously here.

You were the one who
didn't want people to think

you got this job
because of me, remember?

I'm a second year editorial fellow,

which means technically
I'm your superior.

If people see us
dating, they might think

you're getting some kind
of special treatment.

Oh, I guess that makes sense.

You're just starting out here.

You haven't even gotten
anything published yet.

Well, it's not for lack of trying.

I'm constantly submitting pieces,

and they keep getting rejected.

Last year, it took me
nearly the entire summer

to get something published on the site.

Just be patient, and it will happen.

This is gonna be the best
thing for both of us, I promise.

Plus, we'll get to hide from our bosses

and meet up in random
places around the office.

Being a secret is gonna be hot.

Luke's reason for keeping us

in the couple's
closet made sense,

but was he really telling
me the complete truth?

Hey.

- 'Sup, Jenna?
- Hey, guys.

- How was everyone's weekend?
- So good.

Ethan and I went paddleboating
around the marina,

and then we flew kites in the park.

It was a little twee overload,

but sometimes you just have to reconnect

with your inner child, you know?

You guys have been spending

a lot more time together recently.

Are you getting him to reconsider

his position on girls?

I decided that I would wait on that

until summer was over.

I mean, he is my coworker,

and even I have some
professional boundaries.

Wow, if the person
who talks openly

about being sexually
attracted to her cousin

won't discuss hooking
up with a coworker,

maybe this office romance
stuff really was taboo.

All right, listen up, people.

It's time for morning announcements.

Traffic is on fire right now

thanks to Ophelia's beautiful piece

on how unattractive her breasts are.

Now, we need to keep
momentum going, so this week

when you are pitching your
article ideas to Ethan,

I want you to be thinking big and viral.

Just make sure it's something

that people are gonna be obsessed with.

Oh, Jenna, that reminds me,

I just finished reading your piece

on growing up in the
age of social media.

I felt like you were
trying a little too hard

to sound like a sophisticated know-it-all.

Next time, I want you to just
write in your natural voice,

even if it sounds a little unpolished.

Okay.

Now, moving on to even
more exciting news.

Ever since traffic exploded,

advertisers have been clamoring
to buy space on the site,

which means that we need
an ad sales intern ASAP.

So if you know anyone who
likes working on commission,

is driven, type-A,

and persistent to the
point of being annoying,

please, send them my way.

Hmm, I knew someone who fit
that description to a T.

OMG! I got the job!

Yay! I knew you would.

And we'll get to work
together, which is great

'cause I feel like I
haven't seen you that much.

I know, I'm sorry. I'm
totes going to BFF jail.

But that all changes after today.

Ah, I will see you tomorrow
at our place of employment.

Ahh!

In some ways,

Idea Bin felt less
like a workplace

and more like a high
school cafeteria.

But now that I had Tamara,

maybe things would
all fall into place.

The only question was:

Could I really handle
being a secret again?

I guess there was only
one way to find out.

[indistinct whispering]

Oh, yes, Matty, over here.

Can you move? My friend
wants to sit next to me.

Thank you.

Hey, Mrs. Hamilton.

Oh, come on, Matty. Call me Lacey.

What are you doing here?

I didn't know you were in summer school.

Yeah, I, uh... I had a rough semester.

Oh, did you have a baby?

No.

Well, then mine was rougher.

Guten Tag, class.

Welcome to Intro to German.

First thing I want you to do

is look at the person seated next to you

and shake their hand.

[indistinct chatter]

This will be your conversation partner

for the next eight weeks.

Oh, boo-ya, everybody!

I got the best partner.

This is gonna be so much fun!

Good. Okay.

You are so freaking hot.

The girls I meet on Flinger

usually turn out to be kinda busted,

but you are even better
than your profile pics.

Duh, you made a great
decision when you swiped right.

Man, I cannot believe
that you chose this place

for our first date.

You are so low-maintenance, I love it.

Next in line. Oh.

What are you doing here, Sadita?

Hey, Sergio. God, I totally
forgot you worked here.

Uh, my name's on the food truck.

Must've slipped my mind.

Anyway, can we have two
chicken tamales, no forks.

He likes to feed it to me.

Two chicken tamales, por favor.

You got it, papi.

Hey, so you want to go to your
place after this for dessert?

I'll feed it to you.

I think I just lost my appetite

for the next 10,000 years.

Whoa, you were just all over me.

Yeah, and now I'm just over you.

Buh-bye!

I'm so nervous, Jenna.

I bought this chic Isabel
Marant blazer yesterday,

and I still feel like
a young unprofessional.

Got any workplace survival tips for me?

I want all the 411.

Actually, there is one thing.

Try not to take it personally

if my coworkers act a little rude.

They're like that with everyone.

I mean, they still
haven't even invited me

out to lunch with them yet.

Babe, I am luh-huving your hair journey.

And your outfit. Very
young professional.

OMG. Thanks, you guys.

Where did you come from?

Well, this is Tamara, my best friend

and the new ad sales intern.

Cute. Hey, do you want to have
lunch with me and Oaf later?

That would be awesome.

God, Jenna was just telling me

how some of her coworkers are so rude,

they haven't even invited her to lunch.

Can you believe it? What A-holes.

Oh, my God, that's so terrible.

Who are these A-holes, Jenna?

The secret was out

that I thought my
coworkers were jerks,

but I couldn't let
that or the fact

that I was secretly making out
with my boyfriend bother me.

I know, Rhonda,

but we will talk all about
it on Tuesday at drinks.

LYLAS!

OMG, you guys, she just
bought so much ad space,

and all I had to do was make
fake plans to have drinks.

[laughter]

T, I have literal R.L.
Stine goose bumps right now.

That was amazing.

You know, watching you hustle

reminds me of this awesome woman I know.

It's me.

Hey, everyone. Sorry I'm late.

Luke, and I got caught
up with some super serious

and work-related stuff.

Oh, hey, Jenna. Can I
make another phone call?

It's so much fun pretending to care

about other people's lives.

Of course! Live your truth, you know?

Getting ignored by the cool kids,

I was used to that
from high school,

but having my best friend
be one of the cool kids

was a cruel new twist.

Excuse me, can I order a drink?

I'm not a bartender.

Do you mind watching little
Jackson? I have a tennis lesson.

- Sorry, not a manny.
- Jake, I need an outlet.

If my phone dies, I die.

Sadie, you've been looking
at that phone all day.

What are you even doing on there?

Setting up dates on Flinger,

and it's real slim pickins today.

Why are you trying to
go on so many dates?

Hey! I'm not the pool boy.

I'm a freakin' manager.

Doesn't anyone respect me around here?

I'm trying to make Sergio jealous, duh!

And I've taken, like,
half the guys from Flinger

to his food truck,
and for whatever reason

he doesn't seem to give a [bleep].

Well, if you really want him to care,

you have to make him think
you're in a relationship.

He's not gonna believe that
about some rando online.

Jake.

You like tamales, right?

[sighs]

Oh, Matty! Hey, Matty!

Oh, it's just heels. Matty, wait.

Hold on one sec.

Hey, sorry, I'm kind of in a hurry.

What's up?

Look, I know why
you've been ignoring me.

If you want a conversation
partner who's your own age,

who you can talk to about yodel or YOLO

or whatever it's called, it's fine.

I... I understand.

What? No, that's not it.

Uh, come on. You're not even that old.

Oh. Thanks. I think.

It's just that I feel
kinda weird around you

because of what happened
with me and Jenna.

Yeah.

Yeah, she told me all about the breakup.

She did?

How she felt like she
was holding you back,

and you were scared to
say anything about it.

Sounds pretty intense.

Okay, guys, before we
dive into your pitches,

I want to give a major
congrats to my babe, Oaf.

Her recent article has over
a million Facebook shares.

So who's got the next
million-shares post for me?

- Huh?
- I've got something.

What about a listicle called

"The Five Books That
Will Change Your Life"?

I could do a little write-up

on "The History of
Sexuality" by Foucault.

Foucault? Fou-no, babe!

Newsflash, Middle America
doesn't even know who that is.

I mean, the only people that read him

are snoozy liberal arts girls, ha.

- No offense.
- A little taken.

- Anyone else?
- Well, I had this idea...

Hey, you guys, don't be mad,

but no one can listen to vinyl anymore.

'Cause I freaking broke
all the sales records.

Um, T, did you check the
weather forecast today?

Because it says to expect
some heavy compliment showers.

Oh, thank G, I'm always
dressed for compliments.

- Go.
- You're amazing.

- Stop.
- My obsession.

No.

Checking into rehab
'cause I'm addicted to you.

- Love.
- I actually have an idea.

Hold that thought.

We all know there's a lot
of talent here at Idea Bin.

I mean, Max of course.

Mia, your recent essay examining
racism in the movie "Clueless"

has got some serious potential.

Luke, your think pieces
always give our site

more street cred.

And, Jenna, you are here every day.

But there is someone in this room

with a singular voice

that I literally cannot get enough of.

Tamara, I am reserving a
spot for you on the home page

for an essay due from
you tomorrow morning.

Ah!

OMG. "Tamara" morning.

- Oh
- Ah!

- Stop! Stop.
- Stop it.

I suddenly felt a strong urge

to call in sick "Tamara" morning.

- Ow.
- Sorry. Are you hurt?

- It's fine.
- Okay.

Okay, you know what, I can't do this.

[sighs] What's wrong?

What's wrong is that I'm 19 years old

and having a secret
hook-up with the guy I like

in a utility closet.

What's wrong is that everybody hates me,

and the one person who's supposed

to make me feel better about it

is too busy palling around
with the popular kids

and getting published
to even hang out with me.

Jenna, I told you, I'm
not keeping us a secret

because I'm embarrassed by you.

All right, I'm sorry.

Guess I just have a little PTSD.

It's all right. I get it.

And I also get how
you feel about Tamara.

Just talk to her about it, okay?

You'll feel better when
you get some clarity.

Oh, for a secret boyfriend,
you sure are supportive.

Uh, so you're making jokes.

Does that mean everything's
better between us?

- Yeah.
- Good.

And this time, I meant it.

So the deal is 50 bucks
plus unlimited tamales,

and I have to be back at work at 5:30.

Apparently I'm the only
one at the country club

who can refill a canister of napkins.

Whatever, just come on.

Sergio, isn't that your ex girl?

I ain't worried about it, mama.

Long time no see, Sadita.

What can I get you guys?

What are you in the mood for, babe?

I know you usually like cheese tamales,

but what if we went with beef?

Oh, that's a great idea, my sweet rose.

Ten beef tamales with onions.

So you guys are dating now, huh?

Yeah, we've been friends for so long,

and one thing led to another and...

[giggles]

Well, that's awesome.

Step this way. We gotta get
you on the Wall of Lovers.

Come on.

Yeah.

Say "lovers forever and ever."

Mwah!

Oh.

[sighs]

Hey, T, you have a second?

Sure. What's up?

So you're writing an article now.

That's so crazy.

I didn't even know you liked to write.

I don't really, but I like to talk,

and it's sort of the same thing, right?

Not exactly.

Writing is actually way
more difficult than talking.

I'm sure it can't be that hard.

G2G, I'm meeting up
with Ethan and Ophelia

for happy hour.

Happy hour?

- Okay, we need to talk.
- About what?

About how you've been acting
like a total jerk to me

ever since you got back from New York.

You're sharing all these
inside jokes with Sadie.

You dress totally different,
and now you're buddying up

to Ethan and Ophelia and leaving me out?

It's like you think
you're too good for me now.

Ugh, I'm too good for you?

Please, Jenna, you've
turned into a total snob.

I'm sorry that I didn't spend
the first year of college

sitting around reading pretentious books

with my super smart friends.

I like clothes and
going out and having fun.

So sue me.

I guess things have changed,

and we're just different people now.

Guess so.

I can't believe your
pathetic excuse for a kiss.

Me? You weren't exactly
bringing the heat.

Well, who orders ten tamales
with onions on a date?

Now Sergio definitely
knows we're faking.

I don't get why you're trying
so hard to make him jealous.

You never had trouble moving
on with any other guys.

I wanna win the breakup,

and I thought if any of my
friends could make him jealous,

then it'd be you.

- Why me?
- What are you doing, mijo?

I thought you weren't worried
about Sadie and that guero.

I'm not.

I know she's just trying
to make me jealous.

I guess I just miss fighting with her.

Come on, let's hug.

Ew. Really?

I'm gonna do something,
but you gotta promise

not to punch me in the balls.

And I miss the making up even more.

[chuckles]

Guten Tag, Matty.

Ich... something,
something Lacey.

Guten Tag, Lacey.

"Don-kay"? "Don-key"?

How do you say, "This is
bull[bleep]" in German?

Jenna's not coming home soon, is she?

She might.

Then I should probably get going.

Matty, wait.

I don't know why you and Jenna

are giving each other
the silent treatment.

I mean, I get that
breakups can be terrible,

but yours just seemed, well, sad.

Listen, uh, what Jenna
told you about our breakup,

that's not exactly how it went down.

Oh, my God, did someone cheat?

- No.
- Did Jenna get pregnant?

No, no, it was because I
wanted to transfer to Wycoff,

and Jenna said no.

Wycoff?

Why?

You didn't like Berkeley?

Uh, not at first, no.

I know this might sound kinda lame,

but in high school I felt...

I don't know, like I was important,

and when I went to Berkeley,
I just became this, like,

random dude overnight,
and it kinda sucked.

Yeah, I get it.

Small fish in a big pond.

Yeah, I guess so, yeah.

And I thought running
away and being with Jenna

would fix everything, which
of course that was dumb.

And Jenna was totally right
not to let me transfer,

but at the time, I was
kind of a jerk about it.

And I just figured
that's what she told you.

Nope.

Hmm.

Well, it's nice to know
she's still got my back.

Why don't you stick around
and tell her that yourself?

I don't think we're there yet.

It's better if I just go.

Okay, I'll see you...

God, what is the German
word for "tomorrow"?

I'll see you later.

Morgen.

[vocalizing]

Things at Idea Bin
had gone from bad

to high school hell.

With Tamara and I on the outs

and no sign of ever
getting published,

maybe it was finally
time to admit

that I'd never belong there.

[knocking at door]

Jenna, you were right. We are different.

You're a writer, and
I'm not. This is hard.

Help.

Listen, I'm really sorry

about everything I said to you today,

slash everything I've said
to you the entire summer.

I was a total bitch witch,

and I understand if you want
to revoke my BFF privileges.

Come on.

You haven't been that bad.

Yeah, I have, and I'm really sorry.

I don't give a flying F

if you know fancy
designers or nightclubs.

Thanks, and I guess I
don't care if you don't know

about Kathleen Hanna
or read Judith Butler.

Judith Butler. Who's that?

She sounds really boring.

I just want to be best friends again.

I miss you. I miss us.

Me too.

Okay, let's take a look
at this article of yours.

I'm sure it can't be that bad.

[upbeat music]

Or maybe it can.

It took all night,
but Tamara and I

finally fixed her article
and our friendship.

Now it didn't matter
if I felt like

I was back in high
school at Idea Bin.

As long as I had
T, I could be me.

Whoa, someone's feeling brave today.

I can't help myself.

I am so proud of you.

What for?

- Your post.
- _

Don't our names look adorbs together?

Totally adorbs. Thank you.

Hons, I just read your article,

and I loved it.

T, who know you were
such a natural writer?

Oh, spoiler alert,
Jenna wrote most of it.

I just ate 500 chips
and paced back and forth.

See, Jenna, I knew the second
you stopped trying so hard

you'd actually write something great.

I'm V, V, proud of you.

In fact, hey,

you want to go to happy hour
after work and celebrate?

OMG! We would love to!

But Jenna and I are gonna
do our own thing tonight.

So then I said,

"Babe, call me when you gentrify,

"because your body
is a little too unsafe

for me to be walking
around it at night."

I know, right?

Living out loud can cause deafness,

so bring your headphones.

Anyway, tell that story about the camp.

You've reached Jenna Hamilton.

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