All language subtitles for 1_American Dad S21E06 The Violence of the Clams 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 H 264-FLUX_English

As the official
party planner
for your birthday...

Hmm. Well,
I've taken
the liberty

of putting together
some potential themes.

We could do glam rock,
Super Mario Bros,

the Roaring Twenties.

Clams. Clams!

What? Where? On... On me?

Langley's getting
an Awww Shucks.

What's that?

Awww Shucks is
a fast-food chain

with the best
fried clams
in the world.

And they're served
in their own shell.

Oh!
And they have
this sauce...

Special Sauce.

It's so beloved,

people have literally
been buried with it.

And we're talking
living people.

People who just wanna be alone
in the dirt with the sauce.

Well, if my
best friends
love it,

I'm sure I'll love it too.

When do I get to
slurp up my first clam?

Sorry. Gross.
Knew it as soon
as I said it.

The grand opening is tomorrow.

- Hey, what's that?
- I'm planning Toshi's
birthday party.

Is he still calling it
his quinceanera?

Yes. And I don't know
how to ask why

without sounding racist.

♪ Good morning, USA ♪

♪ I got a feeling
That it's gonna be
A wonderful day ♪

♪ The sun in the sky
Has a smile on his face ♪

♪ And he's shining a salute
To the American race ♪

♪ Oh, boy, it's swell to say ♪

♪ Good morning, USA ♪

Ah!

♪ Good morning, USA ♪

These clams must be amazing.

Is that
Bruce Springsteen
in line?

Yeah. The Boss
is a huge Shucker.

And watch this.

Shucks for you! Shucks for me!

♪ At Awww Shucks
we're all clam-ily ♪

Taking a selfie with
the Secret Sauce tank

is another rite of passage.

And the tank is actually
full of real sauce. Look.

- Excuse me, sir.

Please keep away
from the sauce tank.

It's a violation of
rule number 47B.

Customers are only allowed
one sauce squirt per clam.

I don't like you.

Um, sir, who are you?

The name's Matt M.

Another Matt works here too.

Assistant manager
of store number 52.

Shucks is my religion,

the employee manual
is my bible,

and this is my sermon.

One sauce squirt
per clam, my son.

You guys are the experts.

What should I get?

There's a secret menu too.

Seaweed Style, Barnacle Style.

And if you say,
"Clam me," they...

Clam me!

Thank you.

You need to take
your very first bite

on the Clam Throne.

- Well?
- Yeah.

They're...

fine.

I mean,
they're finally
in my mouth,

and I couldn't be happier?

Come on.

Heads up. Clamboni
coming through.

What the hell is going on?

This is the coldest reception
the Clamboni has ever gotten.

And I've driven
this thing into a church.

Mail's here!

That's Mr. Miner's mail.

- Who...
is Mr. Miner?

The guy who
lived here before us.

We've been getting his mail
ever since we moved in.

Why don't you
just throw it away?

And commit a federal crime?

I have two strikes.

And I'm saving the third
for when the King Tut
exhibit comes back to town.

You should find Mr. Miner
and give him his mail.

He probably misses it.

Oh, find him? No sweat.

I'll just run his mail

through a CIA
profiling machine

and create
a detailed profile
we can track.

Wait. What if I run his mail

through a CIA
profiling machine

and create
a detailed profile
we can track?

Could that work?

Jeff, I wouldn't
have said it twice

if I didn't think
it could work.

Great. It's spreading.

Steve, you gotta
give Shucks
another chance.

You must've had a bad bite.
We made you a better bite.

Mm.

Yum-yummity-yum-yum-yummers.

All right!

There's a Shucker
born every minute.

Fee-fi-fo-fum.

I smell something
nasty in locker 211.

Open her up, Chappy.

Fine. I'll admit it!
I don't like Shucks.

Do what you must.
Tar and feather me.

Put my head and hands
through whatever you call
that big wooden thing.

It's okay that clams
aren't your jam, buddy.

If you don't like 'em,
don't eat 'em.

Really? That's great.

I was worried you guys
were gonna exclude me,
or... or shun me, or...

I believe the word
you're looking for
is ostracize.

And "that big wooden thing"
is called a pillory.

And now the machine will make
a visual profile of Mr. Miner

based on the data
from his mail.

So Miner
is super jacked?

Well, he does subscribe
to Muscle Madness
fitness magazine.

And the Hawaiian shirt?

Well, that's either
his Jimmy Buffett
Fan Club membership

or his coupons
from Trader Joe's.

Okay. Then
how do you explain
the big pirate hat?

The library keeps sending him
overdue book notices
for Treasure Island.

So, how do we find
this junk mail hunk?

The tracking machine's
compiling his profile data,

and now we print the results.

Whoops. I just sent it
to the 3D printer by mistake.

The CIA has a 3D printer?

Yeah. We also
have a coffee maker.

Does that blow you away?

So, what's the theme
of this party?

Lame bullshit nobody likes?

It's classic literature
come to life.

There's an Of Mice and Men
rabbit-petting room.

A Scarlet Letter room
where we all shame
Toshi as an adulteress.

And a room full of monitors

where we can watch
all the other rooms
like 1984.

- No Batman room?
- Literature, Klaus.

Comic books are books, Steve.

Happy birthday, Toshi.

Step into this house

and step into
the required reading
of our grade.

I won't spoil
all the surprises,
but the big finale

is we all take
a hot air balloon
ride together

like Around the World
in Eighty Days.

Oh, no.

My grandma just died.

Oh, gosh. That's terrible.

I need to go plan her funeral.

Holy cow. My grandma died too.

She was in a duel
with Barry's grandma

and they shot each other
at the same time.

Wait. What?

I don't get it, Klaus.
What happened?

Of course.

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday.

They had their own party
and didn't invite me?

Billy went to a party?

And lied about it?

He told me
he couldn't go
grave-robbing

because he had to study
for a Spanish quiz.

Can't believe
my stupid friends

ditched me for stupid clams.

I hate Awww Shucks.

Steve,

I'm loving
this dark turn
you're taking.

You're giving off
major Joker vibes,

the Joaquin Phoenix version.

Cast out from society

for not absolutely
loving clams.

Couldn't help but overhear.

I hate Shucks too.

When they opened
next to Sub Hub,

parking got so bad
I have to skate
25 minutes to work.

You skateboard?

Please. I've been
shredding the gnar

since Tony Hawk was Tony Egg.

Why can't my friends see
how terrible that place is?

Look. All restaurants
are secretly gross.

At Sub Hub, we call it
"shaved turkey"

because we scrape
mold off each morning
with a razor blade.

You wanna take down Shucks?

Get a job there
and dig up dirt.

I'm gonna say it. Radical.

This 3D-printed Mr. Miner
looks hot as hell,

but we're no closer
to getting rid of his mail.

Huh, he's got a switch.

Hello, current occupant.

We'll pay cash
to buy your home.

Surprisingly sexy voice.

Dear Virginia Gas
& Electric customer,

installing solar panels
can save you hundreds
on your bill.

Wait. He's just
saying nonsense
like a hot dummy.

Actually, it's yes-sense.

He's saying, "Hello,"
but he only knows
words from his mail.

You're pre-approved already.

See?
He's telling me
I'm right.

If this guy
knows all the info
in Mr. Miner's mail,

we can use him
to find the real Miner.

Oh, good. Stan.

We haven't seen you in weeks.

You're supposed to be
overseeing the drone strike

on that Afghan
terrorist bunker.

Yeah, well, I'm doing
this instead, okay?

This is a clam.

God's little miracle.

It's hard as hell
on the outside,

but that's why
it's so goshdang
tender on the inside.

Now, the secret to
shucking clams is...

Ow! The secret is... Ow!

The secret... Ow!
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Just give me the damn knife.

Taking the initiative.

I like that.

Time to dig up some dirt
and bring this place down.

A-ha! Rat droppings.

A major health code violation.

Damn it.

These are droppings from
the super-fresh clams.

If there's one thing I know,

it's the smell of
underwater poops.

Maybe there's
nothing wrong
with their food.

But every fast-food chain
screws over their employees.

Whoa! Shucks workers
get a month of paid vacation.

And their
retirement plan
is a 402(k),

one better than usual.

There's no dirt anywhere.

Maybe this place is perfect
and I'm the problem.

Maybe my friends are right.

Wh-What's wrong with me?

There's nothing wrong
with you, Steve.

It's society.

You're a terrific kid.

You should just
poison the clams.

That's what
the Joker would do...

Shut up about
the Joker, Klaus!

- Yow!
Uh-oh.
I know that sound.

Minor flesh wound.

Manual says
you got ten minutes
to clean it and cream it.

First aid kit's in my office.
Clock starts now.

Stop looking for
the first aid kit, Klaus.

I want it to get infected,

like society
has been infected
by these clam-lovers.

Again, loving
the darkness, Steve.

And if we're looking for dirt,
I think we're getting warmer.

It's a keypad lock,
and we don't know
the password. Unless...

Yep, the password is "clams."

Of course the
password is "clams."

Attention, Shuckers.

I've learned information
I feel obligated to share.

Turns out,

the Special Sauce
you all love so much

is just mayo and tartar sauce.

Leave it to Shucks

to make the ordinary
extraordinary.

Am I the only one

who hasn't been
brainwashed
by this place?

I feel like I'm going insane.

Yes. That's total Joker talk.

I'm not the frickin' Joker!

- Steve!

Joker, Joker, Joker!

Stop him.

That much exposure
to the toxic preservative
in Special Sauce

will drive him insane.

My Special Sauce is toxic?

Just a smidge,

but it's neutralized by
a natural chemical in clams.

- Is he gonna be okay?
- Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure.

After that much
sauce exposure,

he just needs to eat
100 pounds of clams

in the next 24 hours,
or he'll go insane forever.

That shouldn't be a problem.
He likes clams, right?

All right,
3D-printed Mr. Miner,

tell us where real
Mr. Miner lives

so we can dump off
all this damn mail.

Voter registration address
for Mr. A. Miner.

416 Cherry Street.

I know where that is!

Yeah. That's our house, Jeff.

That's where his
mail's been going.

He's gotta be getting
these huge muscles
from somewhere.

Maybe he goes to a gym?

Credit card transaction.

June fifth,
Chimdale Fitness Club.

He lives in Chimdale.

Nobody drives
to that craphole
just to use a gym.

Mr. Miner, what kind
of car do you drive?

It's time to renew
auto insurance

on your yellow
2005 Nissan Rogue.

We got him. Let's roll.

Mmm...

What the heck?

- Oh!

Good morning, boys and girls.

Your teacher's indisposed.

So your substitute's here
to teach you a little lesson.

Snot, Barry, Toshi,

please remove the items
I've taped under your desks.

Now, if I may
direct your attention
out the window,

you'll see your beloved

Awww Shucks
eating establishment.

And you'll notice
two hot air balloons
above it.

Neat. Balloons!

Not just balloons,
Barry, a dilemma.

Neat. Dilemma balloons!

The basket of one balloon

is filled with
every single clam

from the Shucks kitchen below.

And in the other balloon

are all three
of your grandmas,

who turned out to be
miraculously alive.

And, uh-oh,

I know all about
Toshi's little
clam party too.

- Steve, we can explain...
- I'll do the explaining.

The remote control has
a "Save Clams" button

and a...
"Save Grams" button.

You can only press one.

And when you do,
the other balloon
will be cut loose

and float away forever!

The grandmas are old,
the clams are young.

The choice is clear.

If God wanted us
to save grandmas,

he wouldn't have
given us clams.

Why so serious, boys?

Worried
your little friends
will turn on you

if you don't choose the clams?

Well, welcome to my world!

Awesome!

I thought you'd be more
of a Jack Nicholson Joker,

but this whole twisted
moral dilemma thing

is very Heath Ledger.

Steve, buddy, the sauce
is making you crazy.

Uh-uh-uh.

Pick a balloon,
or I let both go.

Clams, clams,
clams, clams.

Toshi, you know I hate
to go against a chant,
but save the grandmas.

Aw, say bye-bye
to your precious
mollusks, kiddies.

And you have Snot,
Barry and Toshi to blame.

The scary clown's right.

They ruined everything.

Well, look at that.

Your friends
walked out on you.

You might even say

you've been ex-clam-unicated.

- Oh, no. Look.

What's wrong?

Never seen a clam bake before?

The flavor is explosive.

Great timing.

This is fun.

♪ I killed Shucks ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ I'm dancing on its grave ♪

Look what you've done.

No, it can't be.

Clamboni.

No!

Steve, we're sorry.

Nobody at school
will talk to us anymore.

Oh, they clammed up on you

because you were
being shellfish?

We're glad you burned it down.

In fact, we think
you should burn
them all down.

With our help.

Burn down every Shucks.

I love it.

Only question is
where to start.

We start where it started.

The original restaurant
in Ocean City, Maryland.

How poetic.

The birthplace of Shucks

becomes
the deathplace
of Shucks.

There it is!

Yellow Nissan Rogue.

Hello?

Hi.

Um, does your son live here?

'Cause we've been getting
a Mr. Arnold Miner's mail

for, like, 20 years.

I'm sorry.

Arnie was my husband.

He passed several years ago.

Today is our anniversary.

Tell her you'd do it
all over again with the
perfect anniversary gift.

Arnie? Is that you?

Every kiss begins with Kay.

It is you.

Oh, Arnold,
you've returned to me.

Thank you.

Now, if you don't mind,

Mr. and Mrs. Miner

have several years
of lovemaking
to catch up on.

Destroy everything.

I hope these mother

have insurance!

Enough with the appetizer.

I'm hungry for
the main course.

Hello. I'd like to order
an entire restaurant
burned to the ground.

Drop these babies
in the deep fryer

and your order
will be complete.

The beating heart of Shucks.

And I feel
a heart attack
coming on.

Snot, the M-80s, please.

I'm afraid I can't.

We're not really here
to burn down Shucks.

We're here to save you.

The Special Sauce
turned you into a monster.

That's why we lured you here.

It's the only place
with enough clams.

Enough clams to what?

To neutralize the toxic sauce.

I should've known!

You still care more
about Shucks than me.

We're doing this because
we care about you.

Ow, my head.

Steve, we're sorry.

If we didn't ditch
you for clams,

this never would've happened.

And I'm sorry
I jeopardized
our friendship

with arson and
light vandalism.

Honestly, after what
we've been through,

I never wanna see
another clam again.

As weird as it may sound,

I've kinda developed
a taste for them.

In fact, clam me.

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