Degrassi: The Next Generation (2001–2015): Season 6, Episode 5 - Eyes Without a Face: Part 1 - full transcript

- You call that a kiss?
- I can feel your Mom's eyes

watching us
from inside the house.

Yeah, and Clare's
probably hiding in the bushes,

videotaping for evidence.

No, no, no, no,
that would be wrong.

And you and your sis
never do anything wrong.

You're like regular saints.

- Clare is a saint.

I'm not.

I can be bad sometimes too.

Don't judge a book by its cover.



Why're you so addicted to writing
a dumb blog no one reads?

I'm not addicted.
And people do read it.

There's a whole
online community of people

who are 100-zillion times
less annoying than you are.

It's good you got friends
somewhere.

Even if they are invisible.

The new uniform'd
be a darker blue

than the \x22panther blue\x22
we have now.

That's okay.
I hate \x22panther blue.\x22

Us, too. And...
they come in ultra-fashionable,

modern, athletic... crop-top style!
- Crop-tops? Come on.

We're not flashing our abs
at the entire school.

Okay...
forget about the crop-tops.

How about at least getting us
some new short-shorts?



Those short-shorts
are a little too short.

Way too much leg.

- The Lakehurst Squad wears them.
- And they'd be so much easier

to move around in.
- Which we'll need

for the athletic routines
that Manny worked out

to get us to the regionals?
- Then change the routines.

Look, we can't even afford
to get new uniforms,

so can we just drop it?
Besides, I have my own answer

to getting us into regionals: boys.

Not that I have anything
against that answer generally,

but... pardon?

More lifts, more throws.
I thought of it yesterday

when I was watching
some pro-style on TV.

So you just decided,
without talking to the choreographer?

- That's why I love being captain!

Is it possible that I'm actually
missing Paige Michalchuk?

- Good morning, Emma.

Nothing about you is good.
And don't talk to me.

- Off to class, Peter Michael.

Please focus on your studies
instead of girls.

- Emma's more than just a girl.

- I said...

off to class.

Hi, this is Toby Isaac
with your morning announcements,

Uh, we want to remind all students
about the upcoming...

- Hey, Liberty...

guess how many pieces of gum
I have in my mouth?

Okay, I'm trying to watch
the announcements!

- Local TV station CKJH is looking

for a \x22PJ\x22
to host their kids programming,

Auditions held today at noon,
Successful candidates...

Me!
Successful candidates are me!

I'll get my old job back!

Yee-haw!

The children need me, Liberty.
- Mature, JT.

Really mature.

- And now, an announcement

from Darcy Edward,
captain of your Spirit Squad,

Did you know George W, Bush
used to be a cheerleader?

So why not you too? Your squad
needs new shoulders to lean on,

Broad shoulders, That's right, guys,;
it's your turn to show school spiritl

- Good announcement.
- Thanks.

What do you have
against short-shorts?

Don't you think Spirit Squad
has an image to maintain?

A \x22we're not dirty\x22 kind of image?
- Shorts aren't dirty.

- Correct me if I'm wrong,

but aren't you wearing shorts
in your MyRoom page?

They show,
like, this much more thigh.

- So? You have good thighs.

Anyone who goes to your
MyRoom page would know.

- Can you stay out of this?

- I'm just saying your blog is good.

Those quizzes you do are fun.

- It's hard-drive maintenance day.

Can you stand the excitement?
I can't.

Then she gave me
that Liberty look that says:

\x22You're so immature and pathetic,

I can't even find the words
to describe it.\x22

You mean that look that says,
\x22My passion for you burns bright, JT.

It's an eternal flame
of much loveness\x22?

Tobes, stop it.
You're making me ill.

It's not just you, JT. It's... her.
You never stop talking about her.

You're, like, obsessed.
- Tobes, obsessing over Liberty

would be like obsessing over lint.
Or oatmeal.

- Omigod, that's it!

You're PJ JT! My kid loves you.

- You have a kid?
- Her name's Isabella.

She's your biggest fan.
She won't even let me turn off the TV

when they're rerunning you.
- Yeah?

Remind me
to get your autograph for her.

I think you're her first crush.

- That is not oatmeal.

That is a homemade meatball sub
with extra cheese and spicy sauce.

Look, tell Mr. Perino that, uh...
I caught bird flu.

I got an audition to go to!

- So that's your great idea?

Turning Spirit Squad
into dorkwad central?

Somehow it looked
a bit different in my head.

- Sorry I'm late!

This whole boy idea
is officially dead.

They're all going home.

Home! Go!

W-w-w-wait!
Peter might actually be okay at this.

\x22Okay\x22 is not a Peter word.
Try \x22psycho,\x22

\x22serial killer-y,\x22 uh...
\x22satanic,\x22 in your language.

I'm right here, Manny.
I do have ears, you know.

- So it's just a soul you're missing?

Um, where's the part where I get
to grab Manny's inner thighs?

As if I'm letting you pick me up!
I've seen more graceful camels.

- Maybe...

but I got twice the hump.

- Yeah-oh!

Okay, guys,
let's get this try-out started.

Um, I want to start with some lifts,
because wimps lift weights

and cheerleaders lift people.

- Amen, sister.

Testify.

Yeah, amen. Uh, Peter,
you can help me demonstrate.

Uh, do you mind spotting?
- Sure.

- Stand behind me here.

I'll stand here. Grab my waist.
I'll hold your wrists.

I'm gonna count. Ready?
One, two, down, up.

Perfect!

Right, Manny?

I feel regionals...

- Darcy, hey.

- I have a boyfriend, you know.

- Oh, it's not like that.

I just want to thank you for in there.
- Whatever.

I just believe that sometimes
people deserve forgiveness.

You really want to be a cheerleader?

Peter Michael,
two minutes, okay?

- Okay, Mom.

I'm stuck in this house-arrest thing,
but if I join a club...

You get an excuse
to stay out longer.

I get it.
I'd been warned about you.

I'm bored, okay?
I'm getting As in everything,

I've read the blog of every boring kid
in this entire boring school...

- Including my boring blog?
- No, I actually liked yours.

You're not who I thought you were.

- What does that mean?
- You're cooler than I thought.

And smart and funny.
Look pretty cute in shorts.

Good night, Ms. Hatzilakos!
I think Peter's ready to go home now.

- Thanks, Darcy. Good night.

I'll link you up to my blog.
I know a lot of people.

- Come on. Time to go home.

- And that's it for today.

So remember...
imagine all week long.

And don't eat the glue. Bye-bye!

So am I, uh...

am I fired for cutting my finger
with the safety scissors or what?

You covered well.
Now, can you tell us

why you want your old job back?

- Well, it's for the chicks.

- Very funny, JT. But seriously.

- Well, respect, I guess.

Yeah.

I know it sounds whacko,

but making arts and crafts

and wearing dress-up costumes,

it helps me gain it.

I feel respected...

like.

- Well, then, prepare for respect.

- See you tomorrow, baby.

- That's it?

Okay, what did I forget?
Um, enjoy your dinner.

Remember to pray. What?

- You don't wanna kiss me more?

I make out with you too much,
I'm a horn dog;

I don't make out with you
and I'm in trouble?

How can I win?

- It's not about winning!

It's about...
respecting each other's needs.

- I do respect you, Darce.

That's what all this is about.

Respect, abstinence, chastity...

Being... good.

- Don't you get tired of being good?

- What are you saying, Darcy?

What do you want me to do?

Just tell me.

- I can't. 'Cause I don't know.

I just... I need more...

something.

Forget it. Okay?

Can we just forget it?

- Fine, it's forgotten.

- Is your bra still done up?
- It's exactly where it should be.

Your email sound keeps going.

Mom said she needs help
with dinner. Go!

- But...
- Go.

Go.

- What's the story, morning glory?

- The story is you're cute.

- Hey, I have something for you.

- Thank you.

I made it
out of this leather jacket

I used to wear
when I was a kid, so...

- I'm so lucky I have you.

Looks like
I made you pretty popular.

In the online world, anyway.

Linked your blog up to my website.
Sent a lot of friends your way.

Who's that Adams guy?
Is he a friend of yours?

- Yeah, we're tight.

- Really. So... what's he like?

You mean what's he look like?
I know where this is going.

No, you don't.
And don't be a creep.

Adams is cool.
He's an old bud from private school.

His dad's super-rich,
he plays soccer.

Uh, girls say he's cute.

He's definitely a big fan of yours
right now.

- Alright, folks!

Pop quiz on motherboards.

'Cause let's face it,
who doesn't love a good motherboard?

Hands on hips, right?
One, two...

- Okay, um...

try the lift again, spaghetti arms.
And don't tickle him this time.

- I want to lift a lady.
- None of them want to come near you,

which I don't think is in your favour
for the whole make-the-team thing.

- Have you seen this?

- Holy kamoly.

- He did research. He practised.

Yeah, that's better
than half the girls on the team.

You were right.

The guy might be
twisted-up spawn of Satan,

but he also might be
our ticket to the regionals.

- Yeah, he's full of surprises...

Well... See?
Look at that! Look at that!

- PJ JT.
- Oh! Hi!

Has anyone ever told you
that's a lotta letters

for one little guy?
- \x22Little\x22?

What did you hear?

You know what? Forget it.

I... I got my job back!

- Congrats!

- Oh! Oh... Thanks.

Uh... Um... Yeah...

You should come to the show!

Oh, I wouldn't want
to get in the way.

Oh, no. Impossible. Just come
to a taping with your daughter.

Are you serious?
She'd love that.

Come tonight. It's the premiere.
It's gonna be 10 times the excitement.

The caterers heat the coffee to lukewarm
instead of tepid. It's really...

Isabella would definitely love that.
We'll be there for sure.

- Cool. Okay, so, um...

- That was great today, Peter.

Yeah. I guess I was born
for Spirit Squad. Right, Manny?

Just because you help
with equipment

and cheer circles
around those other losers

doesn't mean I suddenly think
you're Mother Theresa.

I'm not Mother Theresa.
Darcy is.

- I am nobody's mama, thank you.

- Adams says you're a hot mama.
- Hmm...who's Adams?

This guy who got her to post
some sexy shots online.

Yeah, right. Darcy's idea
of a sexy pose is like... Ah...!

- Hey, some guys like a hot nun.
- That is not funny.

I wear a rosary thong
under my habit.

Eww!

Cameras? I don't think so.

There's a big policy

against you and photos.
- Come on, just for posterity.

- Hey, I want revenge.

- Give it to me.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Just like that.

That's so good.

- Degrassi Panthers.

- Okay, okay.

Alright, girls,
take your jackets off.

Yo, guys, cowgirl style!

You want to see a cowgirl,
do you?

I can bring it!

Hey, you!

- Okay. Yeah. About that.

You are never gonna get your hands
on these. Never. No.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Not a chance.

- Okay, you rock.
- Can you just print some off for me?

- Oh, sugar.

You know Manny left,
like, an hour ago?

Okay, well, if you end up
in that kind of mood...

There's more
where that came from.

But I can't stay out long.
I got a lot of emails waiting for me...

- And that's all for today.

So remember,
be bigger than you are

and don't eat orange pie!

Brianna!

I'm gonna get you!

Ahhhhh...!

Oh...

Oh, okay. Oh, thank you.

Good job!

High-five on that one! Alright!

Hey! So how'd it look?

- She thinks you're a comic genius.

- Well, somebody has to.

- You wanna get something to eat?

- Who? Me?

- Yeah, you.

Maybe, uh... cheesies?

Taco chips? Orange pop?

- Uh...

Well, I...

Oh, it's okay.
Uh... never mind.

It's past Bella's bedtime anyway.

Bye.

- No, no. That's not... Wait!

I laughed so hard, Em came
down to see what I was doing.

- Did she see?
- No.

But thanks for making the page
password-protected.

That page better stay private.

- Um, yeah, about that...
- Who'd you share the password with?

Tell me it's not someone I know.

No, no, no.
It's an online friend.

Someone who happens
to have a lot of money.

His name's Adams.
And he loves him some Darcy!

He sent me
a thank-you gift last night:

200 bucks by email.

Two hundred?
I thought we'd get 20 at most.

An online admirer paying for photos -
that's not creepy at all.

- So how was the big premiere?

- Uh...

it was okay.

- JT, um...

I was thinking, the other day...

- Hi. Sorry to interrupt.

Could I, uh... speak to JT?

- Of course.

Speak away.
- Look, I have a kid.

I know it freaks guys out;
I just wanna let you know,

I get it.
- No, you don't, okay?

I love kids.
- Yeah, guys always say that.

- No, I mean it.

You gotta trust me
on this one, Mia, okay?

I do love kids.

- So it's just me you don't like?

You kinda blew me off.

- I know. I'm sorry.

I don't... I don't know
what's wrong with me.

I guess orange pie
impairs your thinking. Bleh!

Um, well, listen, uh...

how about I take you and Bella
out for ice cream?

Maybe... tonight?

- We'd love that. I'd love that.

- Okay.

Ta-dah!

Okay, you guys
can go have a soda.

Or a nice, cold glass of talent.

- New uniforms!

Gimme an S! Gimme an H!

Gimme an O-R-T!

Manny, look at these!

Holy hot-tastic!
This is exactly what we wanted.

Paige always promised us
new uniforms,

but never came through.

- Uh, these are way too short.

Problems with his bikini line.
I keep telling him to get a Brazilian.

- They're for girls, losers.

- These must've cost a fortune.

Yeah, well, I've been selling
chocolate bars - door-to-door.

Amazing,
the support from the community.

- Hmm.

- So by \x22selling chocolate bars,\x22

do you mean posting sexy photos
on the web for cash?

- Sexy? They were just silly.

- Whatever.

What happens
if Principal H sees them?

Or Simpson? Or Toby?
Or the janitor?

- They won't. Nobody will.

The photos are on a secret page.

- Oh, that's so comforting.

- Manny, you should be happy.

You wanted new uniforms
and now we've got them.

- And think of what else we can get/

I say we do another photo shoot today.
Papa needs a new pair of shoes...

- No, Papa needs a life.

And I need to go home.

This is over, guys. Over.

Over!

DVD Subtitling: CNST, Montreal