All language subtitles for Reba.S04E15.Flowers.for.Van.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-FLUX_track4_[eng]

[quirky music playing]

Come on. Give me a flush.

Give me a flush. Give me a flush.

Give me a flush! Give me a flush!

- [electronic chime]
- [groans]

A straight. Hey, a straight.

Hey, Van, Elizabeth and I
have a playdate with her friend Mindy,

- and we want you to come.
- What?

Cheyenne, can you not stand there?
You've always been bad luck.

I said, "Elizabeth and I
have a playdate with her friend Mindy,

and we want you to come."

Sorry, I got a playdate
with the royal family.

You know what, Van?

We have a problem.
You have been really distant lately.

- I know. I'm sorry.
- [electronic chime]

Fine, play your silly game.
Just help me out to the car.

- I'm in the middle of a game.
- I said, "Help me out to the car!"

Mrs. H, will you sit in for me?

I haven't played poker in a long time.

That's okay.
My screen name is "Screen Name."

Keep that to yourself.

[beeps]

- [beeps]
- Okay, okay!

- I'll call.
- [electronic chime]

No, wait! I don't have anything!
I want to take it back.

How do I take it back? Wait, whoa.

Three sevens. Leave it! Leave it!

- [electronic chime]
- [shouting] I win!

[laughing triumphantly]

What a rush! [laughs]

Okay, thanks, Mrs. H.
I'll take it from here.

Okay. Mrs. H.

Keep tapping me,
you're gonna lose that arm.

Why are all the women
in this family so mean?

[theme song playing]

[Reba] Ha, hey!

♪ My roots are planted in the past ♪

♪ Though my life is changing fast ♪

♪ Who I am is who I want to be ♪

♪ A single mom who works too hard ♪

♪ Who loves her kids and never stops ♪

♪ With gentle hands
And the heart of a fighter ♪

♪ I'm a survivor ♪

[quirky music playing]

[cards shuffling]

Mom, I wanna play on the computer.

Jake, we have a perfectly good
television over there. Use it.

Hey, Reba. I heard
you caught the gambling bug.

Ah, it's just a game.

Give me your credit card.

Oh, isn't that cute?

Little chat boxes
next to the other players.

- Do you have to play to get a screen name?
- Mm-hmm.

Because I wanna be "Wookie Lover."

[imitating Wookie roaring]

-"Wookie Lover"?
- Mm-hmm.

[scoffs]

That's the most ridiculous
screen name I've ever heard.

Well, what's yours?

"Ramblin' Red Rose."

[cards shuffle]

My screen name is "Lady Killer."

[cackles]

Okay, Elizabeth,
you and Mindy can get a juice box.

[Jake] Who's your boyfriend?

Jake! [laughs awkwardly] Little brothers.

I'm gonna tell Mom
about that magazine under your mattress.

Actually, that's a good question.
Who's this?

Oh, um, Michael,

this is my mom, Reba,
and my step-mom, Barbra Jean.

Hello.

Nice to meet you. You have
a lovely daughter and granddaughter.

And you've got a lovely something else.

You know what? I think I might have
left Elizabeth's blankie at your house.

I'll come by later and grab it.

Make sure you do.
I'm having a garage sale on Saturday.

Oh. [laughs]

- Okay. Um, gotta go.
- Okay.

Mindy, let's go, baby.

Okay, seriously, who is that?

That's Mindy's dad.

- [door closes]
- Where's Mindy's mom?

Oh, they're divorced.
We talked about it for, like, hours.

He even cried a little.

Yeah. He said he wasn't sure
if he'd ever find love again.

I cried a little too.

Well, where were the kids
while you two were doin' all this crying?

Playing in the tree house.

You guys,
he has the most beautiful backyard.

He made us brunch.
We picnicked on the lawn.

He's so funny too.
He told me this story about this time--

Okay, well, you had to be there.

[chuckles]

Cheyenne, you had a date with this man.

It was not a date.

We just-- We had shrimp scampi

and a glass of chardonnay
on the swing in the gazebo.

Cheyenne, honey,
my honeymoon wasn't that good.

Oh, no. And I have to go back there
to get Elizabeth's blankie.

Well, fix your lipstick before you go.

- And throw on a little perfume.
- What?

Well, I'm not sayin'
she should date the man,

but there's nothin' wrong with a woman
getting a little attention from others.

Keeps the marriage fresh.

Kinda the way you freshened
my marriage with Brock?

Cheyenne, you have to talk to Michael
and tell him the truth.

Tell him you're a married woman,

and you don't feel comfortable
being alone with a single man.

- He'll understand.
- Yeah. That's probably best.

Remember, be firm.

Oh, I've been doing squats.

- [electronic chime]
- Yes, three eights! Winner!

Mr. H, that's, like, four hands in a row.

How'd you get so good at playing poker?

When Barbra Jean and I were separated,

I had a lot of time to think.

And that bothered me,
so I started playing poker online.

Nothing huge. Just, you know,
fun stuff to pass the time,

keep me out of my head.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I don't like it in my head either.

Well, of course you don't.
You're a guy. We're simple.

We are thinking one of three things:

I want a sandwich, I want a woman,

I want a woman who can make me a sandwich.

Why don't women know we're simple?

I mean, Cheyenne
always wants me to listen.

That's fine.
If I got a magazine or something.

But it's just-- I don't know.
We've been kinda strained lately.

And...

I'm just feelin'...

I don't really like
talking about the way I feel,

'cause it makes me feel, uh--

Well, I don't wanna talk about it!

Yeah, exactly. That's how men are.

You know,
we don't like a lot of the yick-yack

and the blah, blah, blah.

Oh, don't forget the... [babbling]

The only way for a man to be happy

is to get really good
at pretending to listen.

Yeah, but Cheyenne always knows
when I'm pretending.

Well, then you have to practice
what I call "half-listening."

That's when you listen for a key word
that you can repeat back

as proof that you were paying attention.

You know, you are really good
at this relationship stuff.

- [cards shuffling]
- You can tell you've been married twice.

[beeps]

And when a woman starts talking,

you just nod your head and say, "Mm-hmm."

Sometimes I'll throw in, "Cool."

Cool.

Yeah, but listen, that's only
for the really skilled half-listener.

Because, inevitably,
she's gonna say something like,

"My cat got run over by a car today,"

and you'll say, "Cool."

What happens then?

You buy her flowers.

Mr. H, this is awesome.

You know what? I'm gonna buy
Cheyenne some flowers.

Daisies. Those are her favorite.

Hey, listen.

Have them write something
really chick-like on the card, okay?

Lay it on as thick as you can.

The more ridiculous it sounds to you,
the more she's gonna like it.

Mr. H, you're savin' me here.

You are an awesome father-in-law.

Yeah, I know.

It's great to have
someone to teach this stuff to.

- Okay.
- [electronic chime]

Whoa. Dang. This Red Rose is really good.

"Hey, Red Rose, take it easy.

You're scoopin' up my money
like an ex-wife."

I just love a man who gives me his money.

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, check it out. He's a hoot.

- And his screen name is "Golden God."
- Ugh!

Look. Look at that.

"If you look half as good
as you play poker,

you should be a model." [scoffs]

He's probably married
to some pathetic sad sack.

- Oh, look at that.
- Hey.

Oh. Did you tell him?

Yeah. He got really quiet.

Guys don't take it that well when they
know they're not gonna see me anymore.

What did you say to him?

Well, I didn't want to hurt his feelings,

so I told him that I really liked him,

but I wasn't sure Elizabeth
was enjoying her playdates.

That makes it sound like you like him,
but you don't want the kids around.

Oh, no, no, no, Mom.
I was very clear about the way I said it.

My body language was, "It's over."
I mean, seriously, I had my arms folded.

Cheyenne, that's not clear.

Folding your arms could mean,
"I'm cold. Hold me."

Mom.

It could also mean, "What up, dawg?"

[doorbell rings]

Hello.

Got a delivery for Cheyenne Montgomery.

That's me.

[Reba] Thanks.

Who would send me flowers?

Oh, gee, I don't know.

Maybe somebody who has a huge crush
on you, like Michael.

Oh, no, it couldn't be him.

You folded your arms.

Maybe it's not him. It could be Van.

"You are the air I breathe
and the beats of my heart.

I live to listen to your words."

Sounds like Van.

Oh, that's not Van.

This is Michael.

Oh, that is just so forward.

Makes me so mad,

I just wanna put on some lipstick
and go over there!

- I mean, flowers?
- Yeah.

He sends me flowers?
You guys, if Van sees these,

he is gonna freak.

How did this Michael guy
know that you like daisies?

I might have told him
that daisies were my favorite flowers.

- You told him your favorite flower?
- [scoffs]

Cheyenne, that is like
emotional third base.

Well, it's obvious that
this guy is not gonna just go away.

Oh, what did I do?

I didn't mean to lead him on.

Why did God curse me with subtle beauty
and a bubbly personality?

[mouthing] I know.

Okay, are you ready to listen to me now?

You need to call Michael
and tell him straight up

that you are a married woman
and he cannot contact you anymore.

Or better yet,

send him flowers with a nasty note.

What?

I once had a gentleman caller
who kept sending me flowers

against my will.

So I sent him flowers back
with a nasty note, and it worked.

I never saw him again.

I mean, sometimes I sensed
my photograph was being taken.

But I never saw him again.

That's not gonna work.

Oh, yes, it will.

This Michael guy clearly speaks
the language of the flora.

Now, if we only knew
what his favorite flower was.

Oh, it's a tie between
Birds of Paradise and azaleas.

Is there anything
you two didn't talk about?

Just write, "Stay out of my life,
or I will call the police.

Enjoy these Birds of Paradise."

Cheyenne, talk to Michael.

And this time, don't use body language.

It was your body
that got you into this mess!

I see.

I'm gonna take these flowers and throw 'em
in the trash before Van sees 'em.

Do it my way, Cheyenne. I am not wrong.

- She's wrong.
- So wrong. Send flowers.

Okay.

Someone just took my picture.

[lively instrumental music playing]

[quirky music playing]

I speak seven languages,

and I'm a crack shot with a crossbow.

How about you?

Some say I remind them

of an American-looking Antonio Banderas.

Especially when I dance the flamenco.

My hair is the color of the morning sun.

Hence the name, Golden God.

[knocking on door]

Mr. H. Mr. H.

Mr. H!

- What?
- We have a problem.

I found the daisies I sent Cheyenne
in the trash.

In the trash? Hah! If you'd told me
she was that mad at you,

we could have gone with roses
from the get-go.

Mr. H, maybe I should just start
paying attention to my wife.

You don't wanna go there, son.

Look, just order the flowers,
and we'll go from there.

All right, got it.

- Oh, and, uh, leave those flowers here.
- Why?

I don't know, something about
Barbra Jean feeling neglected,

and blah, blah, blah and--
Anyway, I'm in trouble.

[lively instrumental music playing]

[doorbell rings]

[sniffs]

Hi. I'm Michael.

Hey, Michael.

Those aren't roses.

No, they're Birds of Paradise.

Yeah. Flowers are flowers.
Just give me the pigeons of paradise.

I would really like to give these flowers
to Cheyenne myself.

Hey, Michael, buddy,

listen, I really appreciate
the enthusiasm for the job,

but I'm gonna tip ya a buck either way.

So why don't you just give me the flowers,

and I'll make sure Cheyenne gets them.

They're not for Cheyenne.
They're from Cheyenne.

Cheyenne got me flowers?

Mm, not exactly.

Well, who else would she get 'em for?
I'm her husband.

Here you go.

[sing song] He forgot his dollar.

Van, I don't think
those flowers are for you.

[chuckling] Well,
I think someone's a little jealous.

I'll just put these here
so lonely people can enjoy 'em too.

Let's just see what she has to say.

Van, don't read the card.
It's bad luck to read the note.

"I had a nice time with you,

and I'm very sorry,
but I can never see you again."

Three years of marriage and a child
together, and that's a "nice time"?

There's been a mistake.

Yeah, I think there has been a mistake.

And here's Cheyenne to explain it.

Explain what?

Uh, remember those flowers
that you sent earlier?

Well, they were, um, returned.

And Van thinks that the note is for him.

And since I'm the only one
who's not gettin' flowers today...

I'm gonna go have some wine.

Well, I'm waiting.

Okay, Van, those flowers,
they weren't for you.

They were for another man.

- What?
- No, no.

See, Mindy's daddy, Michael, and I

had what I thought
was a totally innocent playdate.

Only, later, I realized that he thought

it was a little less play
and a little more date.

I'll kill him.

No, no! Van, no! Stop! Van.

It didn't mean anything.

Oh, yeah? It didn't mean anything, huh?

Well, this lovely arrangement
of pigeons of paradise...

means somethin'!

For a dollar extra,
you could have had a balloon.

You know what, Van?

Maybe it did mean something, okay?

Maybe, I was a little
more lonely than I thought. And...

And it was nice to have someone
who actually listens to me.

Oh.

"Oh"?

See, I... I pour my heart out to you,
and you say, "Oh."

I need you to talk to me, Van.

- Oh.
- Van!

I'm sorry.

I'm just not good at it.

Can you try, please?

Cheyenne, it's been
a hard couple of months.

And since I've been out of football,
I just...

I been... I been feeling kinda empty.

Then talk to me about this.

Okay.

Cheyenne...

I feel...

empty.

Baby.

What else? What else?

Well, I want a sandwich.

- I'm kinda hungry.
- [doorbell rings]

I'll get that.

- Flowers for Cheyenne Montgomery.
- How you doin'?

You stay away from my wife, pal,

or you'll be sorry.

Yeah, you better run.

Van, it says you sent these.

Okay, Golden God...

[keyboard clacking]

...I'm going to call it a night.

You wanna play again tomorrow?

No can do, Red Rose.

Why not? Got a flamenco lesson?

No. You've taken all my money.

But I had a lot of fun.

Likewise.

Since we won't be doin' this anymore,

should we tell each other our real names?

Why not?

I live in Houston,

and my name is Brock.

I also live in Houston,

and my name is Kevin.

[lively instrumental music playing]

[theme music playing]

- [voice] Acme!
- [crashes]

[coughing]