All language subtitles for I Feel Bad01x13

In our family, we have a long tradition
of planning wonderful vacations,

canceling them the day
our deposit becomes

non-refundable, and leaving the kids
bitterly disappointed.

Is this puberty?

I'll be unpacking.

Hey, you guys?

So the doctor says Mom
has to be on bed-rest,

so we're not gonna be
able to go to Orlando.

No, now we'll never
meet the Sorting Hat.

I'll be unpacking my
Quidditch equipment.

But all that's about to change.

It's happening! I'm taking the family

on an all-inclusive
fun-filled getaway to...

Uh-uh, you're not going anywhere.

- What?
- Yeah, read your email.

Your "Asako: Warrior Geisha"
game is getting fast-tracked

for release at Comic-Con.

That's right!
Tristram, tell her what she's won!

Eight months of uninterrupted work!

That's right! You'll see such

breathtaking scenes
as the conference room

and me alternating the
same two pairs of jeans

hoping you don't notice!

Ugh, you guys, why do I have
to be so damn good at my job?

Damon says until the work is finished,
all vacations

are suspended unless someone's dead.

Yeah, well, someone will be,
'cause my kids are gonna kill me.

They're not gonna kill you.

No, they'll just resent you forever

and the pain of that will kill you.

_

Look at my babies,

so unaware that I'm about
to drop a guillotine on their vacation.

Hey, guys, listen.

Um, something happened.

Look, I am so sorry... We can't go
on that vacation right now.

No!

You guys are having another baby?

- Come on, control yourselves!
- No, Louie...

Lily, honey, I am so sorry.

- "NP."
- Excuse me?

Did you just answer in two letters?

Yeah. "No problem."

I kind of wanted to go to
Gemma's karaoke party anyway,

so "NBD."

Did you see that?
She wasn't even disappointed.

Oh, no, she sounded a little relieved.

Come on, I thought
we had a lot more time with her

before she wanted nothing to do with us.

You know what, maybe not.

The other day I saw her
attempt a hair flip.

I mean,
when she masters that we are done.

Why does everything bad happen to us?

Auntie Rita is dead.

Well, leave it to your mom
to one-up our misery.

Poor Rita Auntie.

Gone too soon. Why?

Uh, maybe because she
was 98 and dipped tobacco

like a relief pitcher.

You know, Rita Auntie was pretty mean.

She cursed our wedding.

Look, Mom, I'm sorry.

I'm sure there will
be a memorial service.

How long will you be gone?
Because we do have child-care issues.

You're coming, too.

Our entire extended
family will be there...

including my judgmental sister.

- Ugh.
- If Uncle Rajiv can come

from Mumbai,
you can take the short drive

to the Las Brisas
Resort in Santa Barbara.

Okay, look, Mom,
my boss was very firm...

Wait, did you say "Santa Barbara?"

Hold up.

Stella's about to get her grieve back.

Oh, God, it just all happened so fast.

I'm so sorry.

I know this is terrible,
but life is short,

You know,
I had an aunt die suddenly once.

Staph infection from a
"No Regrets" tattoo.

Boy was that tattoo wrong,
because she certainly had one regret.

That's sad.

Anyway, listen, I know
this is just such horrible timing,

and this "Asako"
project means so much to me...

Oh, Emet, say no more.

Go to the memorial. Be with your family.

Heck, maybe your Aunt Rita
will find my Aunt Tiff up there, huh?

- Yeah.
- I bet she's still in

the crop-top she died in.

Umm-kay.

Repack your bags, playa,
'cause the family vacay is back on!

At Rita Auntie's memorial.

Hmm?

We're so sorry about your aunt.

You know,
let us know if there's anything

- we can do to help.
- Oh, thank you.

Actually, there is.

Um, could you just house-sit?

I forgot to arrange anything
because I've been so bereft.

Sweetie,
does this wetsuit leave too little

to the imagination?
I'm feeling really squished...

A wetsuit?

Oh, my God,
are you using this lady's death

as a family vacation?

So long, suckas.

Sweetie, is what we're doing okay?

'Cause it does feel a little bit wrong.

Honey, it's a lot wrong,
but the kids are so excited...

even Lily... so let's just enjoy this.

I mean, I want to get in as much preteen

Mommy-daughter time
as I can before it's too late.

Okay, but can we risk them
finding out this is a memorial?

Louie's so afraid of
death we have to tell him

- that cemeteries are rock farms.
- Yeah, I know,

but that's why we're not telling them.

Oh, come on, we can hide this.

They're kids, they're stupid.

Also, did I mention
that Rita Auntie's family

is paying for the hotel rooms?

Interesting. So what you're saying
is it would be rude to not go.

That is exactly what I'm saying.
And you know,

if there's one thing Rita Auntie hated
it was rudeness.

And interracial marriage.

So, screw her. Let's do it.

Mom, you were right.
This place is awesome.

- See?
- I'm making our itinerary.

Tea room, candy shop,
and then we're gonna top it off

with spa treatments.

We gonna get turnt!

Mom, you always use "turnt" wrong.

Nuh-uh.

Halfway through our
massages we gonna get turnt.

Come on, Lily,
let's go check out the hotel's policy

on cannonballs. I'm not leaving
without dropping a big one.

Oh, honey, Lily's holding Louie's hand.

See, if we hadn't done this trip,
we would have

missed out on those
last childhood moments.

Hey, you want to go to the room
and use all the towels?

Throw them on the
floor for housekeeping?

Oh, no laundry.

Oh, break it up, perverts.

A woman is dead.

Here's your memorial itinerary.

Today there is a slide show,
poetry reading,

balloon release, and candle-lighting.

Wait, we have to go to all of this?

Yes. We will be under the watchful
cataract-ridden eye of my sister.

- Damn it.
- Well, at least the kids

can enjoy the balloon release.

No, they cannot. We are not telling them
anyone died, especially Louie.

Oh. You know, I found out

about death when I was a
lot younger than Louie.

I was playing hide and
seek with my cousin.

I seeked and I found a dead body.

Okey-dokey,
I'm gonna get some lobby coffee.

- Okay.
- This memorial's

- a real bummer.
- Yeah.

What do you think you are here for?

- Fun?
- Uh, no.

No, of course not.

Here's your luggage, folks. And, sir,
we found your inflatable saxophone.

What? That is not our luggage.

How dare you, sir?

A woman is dead!

All right, Norman...
Okay, you water the plants.

Chewey, check on the sprinklers.

I'm gonna scrounge around,
see if I can find some secrets.

I love the flow of this kitchen.

You know, the zen-ergy.

I have an idea.

We Airbnb this place and use the cash

to finally track down my father
and confront him once and for all.

No, Chewey... and please call
that therapist I recommended.

I think I should cook up some
of my killer lobster risotto.

You guys are like family
to me but we've never had

a real sit-down dinner together.

Whatever, I'll eat.
Could we watch some TV first?

Fine. One show before dinner.

- Yes.
- One!

And nothing that's gonna
rile you up too much!

Get back! I'm on first!

You either share or no one sits!

- _
- Mom, I don't mean to be a control freak,

but the sign to the pool
is pointing that way.

Yeah, listen, um, about that...

Mommy and Daddy just need
to do some grown-up stuff

so we just need you guys
to hang out at the kids' club.

Mom, remember?

We're supposed to go to the spa!

I know, honey, and we will, okay?

We just need... what...
20 minutes tops, okay?

Okay, let's go.

- Get 'em!
- So much fun!

If she's even one minute
late I'm gonna start

calling her "Emet" instead of "Mom."

Y'all ready to grieve?

No, but seriously, this is, like,
a really bummer of a situation.

I'd like to remember
Rita Auntie by listing

50 things I loved about her.

- Number one...
- Oh, my God.

Her smile.

You can barely even tell it's there.

- Okay, we're trapped.
- I know we are.

My mom's keeping an eye on me.

And her sister, Rani Auntie,
she's keeping an eye on her.

They're like a couple of old,
judgmental Indian hawks.

Meanwhile, I'm losing out
on precious time with Lily.

Number four, the fact that she had
quarter-inch thick toenails,

but did not give an "F."

She's getting a tissue.

My mom's eyes are blurry with tears.

Now's the time. Let's ditch her.

That's not to say
she didn't like life, but...

I guess we'll never know.

Emet, David!

You must want to pay
tribute to Rita Auntie.

Come on up here.

I can't believe Mom
tricked me into thinking

this trip would be fun.

We have to bust out of here somehow

but that guy's guarding the door.

I have an idea.

Follow my lead.

This is gonna hurt me a
lot more than it hurts you.

Poop in the pit! Poop in the pit!

Poop in the pit!

Poop in the pit!

Rita Auntie.

What to say.

She was...

- a woman...
- Mm.

...who lived.

Now she's gone.

Help me.

Uh, I think David would really like
to say something.

♪ Somewhere ♪

♪ Out there ♪

♪ Beneath the pale moonlight ♪

♪ Someone's ♪

♪ Thinking of me ♪

Louie, that was brilliant.

What would we have done if you
didn't have that candy bar?

Honey, don't go snooping around
where you don't want answers.

Hey, look, they're wearing white.

That's the Indian funeral color.

Hey, isn't that one of Mom's old aunts?

"Memorial"?

That means "dead."

♪ Sleeping underneath ♪

♪ The same big ♪

And just like Rita Auntie,
our vacation is now dead.

You brought us on a death vacation?

Okay, we have a good explanation...

Wait a minute.

Is there a dead woman in this building?

- No.
- Uh-uh, baby.

- No.
- Then was does

"spread the beloved's ashes" mean?

It means they burned her.

They put her in a little bowl
and they're going to toss her.

Nope, that's it.

You've ruined vacation!

Now whenever I think
of cannonballs, I'm gonna

picture a dead lady in a bowl!

If you need me,
I'm gonna be in the ball pit

fishing out my candy bar.

Aww, honey, that's not a great...

I can't believe I'm
missing Gemma's party,

and I'm not even getting
to spend time with you.

See you later, Emet.

"Emet"? Oh, my God, and that hair flip

- was flawless.
- Yeah.

What the hell were you thinking
with that singing?

Rita Auntie must be
turning over in her urn.

Yeah, can you yell at us later?

Louie is freaking out about death.

- I have to get him through this.
- Yeah.

Oh, I... I'll come, too.

I like a good train wreck.

Except for the one that killed my uncle.

All right, come on, Jake.

Let's find you a nice auntie
for you to hang out with.

Okay, Mom,
I gotta go find Lily and salvage

what's left of this vaca...

- Vacancy in my heart.
- I knew it.

You thought you could pull
the wool over my ass, huh?

- "Eyes," Mom.
- Whatever.

I know that you're using
this memorial as a vacation,

so now your ass is grass.

Did I use it right that time?

Yes.

Hey, Norman, what do you think?

I think you both might have adult ADHD.

Hey, listen, I'm gonna run
to the store for some wine.

When the egg timer goes off,
I need you two

to stir the risotto.

Got it?

Okay, relax, Barefoot Contessa.

We got it.

So what should we do next?

- What's that annoying noise?
- I dunno.

Hey, wanna take this guy
outside and find a squirrel?

- Yeah!
- Bad boy coming out!

- Be careful with it.
- I'm fine with it, watch.

Hey, big guy. Can I join you?

Oh.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm having
an existential Christmas right now.

I mean, when you die
they just squish you into an urn?

Yeah.

Well, this is a major life moment.

Uh...

oh, good, a musical instrument.

Um, look at this big guy.

Yeah.

♪ Death happens to everyone ♪

♪ You may be old ♪

♪ You may be ♪

Nope.

Sorry.

♪ There's no exception, I won't lie ♪

♪ Everyone in this room ♪

♪ Will someday die ♪

No.

♪ Oh, death got you like irie ♪

That's just not the right death beat.

What's the point of doing anything

if at any moment you, me,
or anyone I love could just be gone?

Tell you what the point is, Lou.

Turn... turn around.
Look at this ball pit.

Really look at it.

If you were to dwell
on all the terrible,

disgusting things in that ball pit,

you'd never jump in.

And if you never jump in
you're gonna miss out

on something fun and beautiful.

Your dad's right.

You enjoy the ball pit of life.

Whenever you get the chance, jump in.

- I think I understand.
- Yeah?

Yeah. Thanks, Dad. Thanks, Grandpa.

I feel better.

- Now can I go in the ball pit?
- What, are you kidding?

No, it's disgusting.

Let's get out of here.

How could you be so
selfish that you'd risk

embarrassing us in front
of our whole family?

You want to know the truth, Mom?

Lily's growing up so fast.

I just felt like this was
the last family vacation

I get with that little girl
who thinks I'm the greatest.

Aww.

I don't blame you.

Pretty soon she'll be a busy career girl

and she won't want to
hang out with you at all.

Wait, you really think
that's how I feel about you?

Why, all these memorial events remind me

that someday I'll be gone,
and I want to have

a little time with my daughter, too.

Maybe that's really why I wanted you
to come here with me.

That's actually very sweet.

Oh, calm down, Bette Midler.

This isn't "Beaches."

Look, Mom, I want time with you, too.

So how about you help me pull
the wool over everyone's ass

so we can have a fun family vacation?

Okay. I'm in, man.

But my sister can't find
out what we are up to

or I'll never hear the end of it.

You don't know what it's like
to be constantly criticized.

Okay, I'm gonna let that one slide.

A woman is dead.

- Let's find Lily.
- I'm right here.

I realized I can't get far on only five

- Kid's Club dollars.
- Yeah.

Tell you what?

I've got adult dollars,
and we're gonna make this

the best vacation ever.

Well, since I had kids.

The ones before were epic.

There you are, slowpokes.

Hurry, you're gonna miss the shuttle.

The driver's schedule
is as tight as his ass.

Yum.

Oh, hey, Lily.

We're never getting
that vacation, are we?

Not with my irritating
family stuck to our butts.

Hey, you guys, I know somebody
who can get us out of this.

Come on.

Oh, my God!

Surprise!

Oh, that's what that noise was.

- What?
- I asked you guys

to do one thing... stir the risotto...

and you didn't do it!

All I wanted for tonight was
a nice meal with my friends!

Whatever, man.

We'll just get some Subway footlongs.

Spicy Italian on a honey wheat?

- That's America's risotto.
- You know,

this has been our dynamic for years.

You two do dumb crap
without any consideration

for me or my effort.

I'm sick of it!

Oh, no, Mummy's mad.

No, we've spoiled
Mummy's special dinner.

Mommy is mad, and Mommy's also
stronger than both of you combined!

Screw this!

Oh, hey, hi!

You're here.

Okay, so it's just a short bus ride

followed by a long hike.

And David, just a heads-up,
I'm gonna need you

to piggyback an auntie.

Oh, looking forward to that.

Louie, I don't know what your plan is.

- It better work.
- It will work.

Mom, hand me that yogurt
you keep in your purse

- for Jake.
- What?

Is now really the time for a snack?

Let the man work.

Okay.

Oh!

Oh, I... I'm sorry.

I... I'm so sorry.

I should have probably
checked with Louie

about what his plan was.

Oh, honey, are you okay?

Oh, guys, I'm sorry.

Louie's sick. I think we're gonna have
to sit this one out.

I think you should.

Kids are gross.

Booyah, suckers. You been Yo-Played.

See ya.

And just like that,
Louie had fake-barfed life

back into our trip.

When I say "vacay" you say "tion"!

- Vacay!
- "Tion"!

- Vacay!
- "Tion"!

- Get in that pool!
- Oh, no.

When I say "humilia" you say "tion."

I... I thought you guys
were on the shuttle.

Change of plans.

There was a severe weather
warning at the bluffs.

But the hotel was nice enough
to close down the pool

for our candle ceremony.

Wait, I thought Louie was sick?

Why are y'all in swimsuits?

No! The pool is closed?

I hate this vacation!

- No, no, no, Louie, Louie!
- "Vacation"?

You dirt people are using
this memorial as a vacation?

Uh, no, of course not.

No, no, no. What he meant was...

Dad, Grandpa, this is for you.

I'm living "la vida Louie."

Cannonball!

Okay, okay, look.

I can see where some
might find that cannonball...

disrespectful, but... but it wasn't.

Because...

it's a tribute to Rita Auntie.

Yeah. And to her whole life,

and to our lives!

Because...

there's never enough time.

There's never enough moments
to enjoy the people that we love.

And I know that you
all feel the same way

'cause our kids are growing up.

And our...
and our parents are getting older,

and I still haven't read
"Gone Girl" so...

Come on.

You know, we're here.

We're alive!

There's a pool!

So let's all make a memory
so incredible...

we stop time, baby!

Cannonball!

Emet!

Whoo!

All right, I...

kind of expected everyone
to just follow me

into the pool "Braveheart" style.

Yeah, I knew they weren't with you,
but you had

a lot of momentum going, so...

Raise hands, those who'd like a towel.

Leave me alone.

- I just want to sleep.
- Just look, open your eyes.

Okay, but we thought about
what you said, and we have

something we want to show you.

Ta-da! We made dinner.

- You guys did this for me?
- Yeah!

Look, man, the truth is,
we never realized

that all this time during
our friendship that, uh,

you could totally beat the
crap out of both of us.

And yet, you didn't.

Even when we really deserved it.

You're right.

You really did deserve it.

Mommy!

Just kidding.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, come on.

Hey, not to be all mushy or whatever,

but, uh, this is nice.

Hey, remember back in the
day when we contemplated

being roomies?

Oh, should we do it? I'm in.

- I'm in, too!
- Well, uh, neither of you

have flushed the toilet since
we've been here, so pass.

Eh, that's a valid point.

- I'll flush the toilet.
- I'll flush your toilet.

Harmless gag.

Hey, Lil, listen... I know this wasn't
the vacation I promised, or...

even a vacation.

I just wanted to get away
with you before it was too late.

What do you mean?

You know, people are always

saying things like,
"Once your daughter's

a teenager, she won't like you anymore."

Mom, that's crazy. I love you.

And why do you listen
to people who tell you

bad things are gonna happen?

I don't know.

- I'm dumb.
- Yeah.

There's grief in watching
your child grow up...

a sadness in saying
goodbye to who she was...

but there's also a joy
as you meet the person

she's becoming, and that person's
pretty wonderful.

But she needs to stop
stealing my damn fries. Yeah.

Good news!

My sister says we are no longer welcome
at any more memorial events.

No, no, no!

That means we've been shunned!

When I say "vacay" you say "shunned."

- Vacay!
- "Shunned!"

- Vacay!
- "Shunned!"

- Vacay!
- "Shunned!"

I wish I could freeze
this moment in time,

or at least slow it down.

But I can't.

All I can do is enjoy it
before it fades away.

Hey, everybody.

- Back by popular demand...
- Oh, no.

Cannonball!

- Eww.
- Oh!

Louie already made a mess!

Yeah, I can't wait for them to move out.

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