Fresh Off the Boat (2015–…): Season 6, Episode 12 - The Magic Motor Inn - full transcript

Heads up, Emery.

Throw it high so I have to jump.

Oh, pits are looking
a little yellow, buddy.

May be time to bleach 'em.

This is why I can't wear
Eddie's hand-me-downs.

Between the stains and the holes
and the smells?

I need to update my wardrobe.

As someone who's wearing
Eddie's old pants right now...

no way Mom's going to pay for that.

Hey, I'm happy to put another son

on the payroll at Cattleman's.



I think the food industry's
more Eddie's thing.

Oh.

Your brother's all done.

Time for you to get all warm and toasty.

Yeah, you need to find your own thing.

Oh, you're on the job hunt?

I remember being in the hustle.

But now I'm chilling.

I got a job, a lady,

and killer spring break plans
on South Padre Island.

Still can't believe you got
Mom and Dad to let you do that.

Honestly, I can't, either.

But we shook on it,
so the ship has sailed.

Lawd, the chores I did
to convince you guys.



I vacuumed, I mopped, I even made a bed.

It wasn't that hard,
but I'll never do it again.

Oh, God.

Don't take a picture of me
in Eddie's jeans.

No.

It's for Eddie.

SAT results arrive this week.

- Already?
- Yes.

And I'm going
to camera capture your face

when you see your score.

It'll either be a look of joy

or a portrait of failure

they'll put on the back of a milk carton

when I make you go missing.

They only do that for the blonde kids.

♪ Fresh off the boat ♪

♪ I'm gettin' mine everywhere I go ♪

♪ If you don't know, homey,
now you know ♪

♪ Fresh off the boat ♪

♪ Homey, you don't know
where I come from ♪

♪ But I know where I'm goin' ♪

♪ I'm fresh off the boat ♪

Ow! You missed.

Did I?

Guys, I'm gonna need you

to take it from an eight to a two.

The answer is six.

- Good job, Eddie.
- Thanks.

The Florida State Spelling Bee
is around the corner.

This is my last chance to complete

the Academic Iron Man.

When you add the word "academic"
to a sporting event,

it hurts me deep down in my soul.

I won the math and science fairs,

but spelling is the final leg.

I need your help.

It's the only subject
I've gotten a regular A in.

My help? The only spelling
I know is Tori Spelling.

She can't whistle and loves avocados.

Do you remember Simryn Patel?

You went to middle school with her?

She won the bee three years in a row.

That's a spelling-bee turkey.

Yeah. I remember her.

Always dancing, kept a clean locker.

We were lab partners,
and one of us burned down

the eye-wash station.

Well, for us spell-nuts,
she's the Q-U-E-E-N.

Queen. Two for two.

I need you to introduce me to her

so I can get some tips.

No can do. I got big problems
of my own right now.

My SAT scores are coming
in the mail this week,

and I'm worried about Mom.

Remember what happened
when I got my PSAT scores?

One minute in the corner
for every point under 1600.

Mom, come on.

It's the 250th episode
of "The Simpsons."

What if it's their last year?

This is way worse.

I blacked out from nerves
for the first half of the test,

and I'm pretty sure I bombed.

Mom's gonna cancel South Padre.

I learned to say "y'all" for nothing.

Well, if you put in the work

like I am for the spelling bee,

you wouldn't be so worried now.

He really got the worst of Mom and Dad.

I'm a dead man.

This is worse than when Grandma
ruined Mom's credit score

by buying all those Madonna bras.

Mom got so mad, her nose bled.

From both sides.

How did Grandma come back from that?

She got on Mom's good side

by helping Evan get an A in P.E.

That's it.

I bomb the SATs,
but I bail out the golden child.

Mom forgives me, and I save South Padre.

That's a pretty good plan.

You go through the pain
to sun your buns,

- you don't waste it.
- ♪ Yeah ♪

- Aah!
- You find a job?

Not yet. I was helping Eddie.

Damn it, I said the wrong brother.

Ice cream is for closers.

You want some, go get a job.

I feel like that's the wrong strategy

to motivate Emery.

Just my two cents.

Cheap advice is bad advice.

He's gotten lazy and needs consequences.

Simple.

No, I'm just saying,
if we push too hard,

he'll rush and make a bad choice.

It's Emery. He needs a... gentle touch.

Gentle?
He's a teenager, not a butterfly wing.

Well, he's been weighing
some jobs at the mall

and needs a little time
to decide on the right one.

It's a job at the mall.

What is there to decide?

No matter what job he chooses,

- he's using the bathroom at Nordstrom.
- Trust me.

I know Emery.

Give him some space, and he'll
pick one before we know it.

Last time I trusted you,
we ended up at a tapas restaurant.

"Shared plates"?

No thank you.

Speaking of plates, when is dinner?

There's my little academic athlete.

You're kicking that dictionary's ass

like an Asian Chuck Norris.

Why didn't you just go with Bruce Lee?

He's already Asian.

Look, I felt bad about earlier,

and of course I'll intro you to Simryn.

Really? Face time with the legend?

Simryn's my girl. The Simster. Sim Dog.

Simmy Simmy Ko Ko Bop.

Wait a sec. What's in it for you?

Other than the satisfaction
of helping out my brother?

Okay, fine.

SAT scores are gonna come in,

and Mom's gonna kick me to the streets.

And eventually, I'm gonna need
a guest house to crash at,

and you're the best bet to have one.

Hmm. That surprisingly tracks.

Okay. Thanks, Eddie.

In South Padre,
a guest house would be a casita.

I'll grab my driving sandals...

And your foot spray.

...and you go tell Mom
that your loving older brother

is helping you achieve
academic greatness,

and we're on our way.

Effulgent!

That means brilliant.
It's from the Latin...

Not now.

I'll save it for the car.

- Ice cream?
- Uhp, hands off.

I got Emery looking for jobs

without threatening consequences,

so I earned this double choco mint.

It's just mint.
Eddie already got in there.

He got all the choco? How?

He used your mother's tweezers.

Oh.

Hey, there, Pretty Woman,
back from the mall?

Someone must have gotten
his first paycheck.

No. I emptied out
my Christmas gift cards.

What about finding a new job?

You wanted me to find my
own thing, and I didn't.

The search continues.

Oh, look, Louis.

He's unemployed and happy.

Emery, you ding-dong.

Time for consequences.

Hey! My new clothes!

You want your party dresses back?

Get a job. By tomorrow.

He's like a horse,

and I'm the tiny person
riding him to success.

- Trent, my SAT scores show up yet?
- Negative.

That means no.

But I got eyes on the box.

- That means mailbox.
- Good.

I need you to buy time

until I help Evan win the spelling bee.

You sure my mom can't see you?

Oh, don't worry. It's impossible.

Oh, I gotta go.

I'm using Trish's cell,
and her boyfriend's calling.

Hello, Muscles.

No, I've been thinking
about you all day.

Oh, stop it.

Simryn lives here?

♪ Baby, baby, won't you ♪

♪ Come to me ♪

♪ Show me who you are, baby ♪

♪ I'm craving for you ♪

♪ I'm craving ♪

♪ I'm missing you like candy ♪

♪ Missing you like candy ♪

Eddie Huang from piccolo class?

Simryn! 'Sup, girl? It's been forever.

You're like two feet taller.

I've been eating.

It's so cool you live in this motel.

Do they come in and make your beds?

No, my family owns it.

We make the beds.

Oh, well, at least you have free HBO.

Again, we're not guests
at our own motel.

Oh, I get it.

Like my dad and his restaurant.

Everyone assumes I'm eating
steaks for free every day.

- You do.
- Yeah, but...

You're right.

He always is. This is my brother, Evan.

I was hoping you could help him
win the spelling bee.

1998. Diphtheria?

Hidden H after the P.

Mama rolled right through it.

When diphtheria takes down two of
your uncles at a family reunion,

- you learn to spell it.
- See, Evan?

You're learning already.
Simryn, can't thank you enough.

Take as much time as you need.

A couple days, even.

I'll be here chilling by the pool,

- sunning my buns.
- ♪ Yeah ♪

Sorry. I can't.

I've got work around the motel,

and I'm going to the Mandy Moore concert

and I need to perfect my "Candy" dance.

Getting there.

- Heh.
- Anyway, good luck at the bee, Evan.

When in doubt,

imagine the words in their underwear.

Well, that was cool.

She's not your friend,

we reminded her of her sick uncles,

and now we're going home.

Eddie, let's go.

You've already wasted enough
of my spelling time.

Wait, I think I can still
get Simryn to help us.

Come on, Eddie.

I need to get home and hit the dicks!

Nope. Tried to shorten "dictionary."

Did not work out.

Here we go, Mina.

Hi.

No.

We don't need any more magazines.

I'm not getting scammed again.

I will take two "Rod and Reel"
subscriptions, please.

But that's it.

Mom, Dad, room 16 asked for more soap...

- Oh, Eddie, you're still here?
- Simryn, please,

you gotta help Evan
study for the spelling bee.

Sorry, I'm just really busy.

Ah. Busy?

Strong words coming from the girl

who takes 15-minute showers.

Strong words from the man

who takes 45 minutes to iron his jeans.

Sorry about them.

Simryn, how do you know
these magazine salesmen?

Eddie and I were classmates.

We never dated.

But your daughter is very beautiful.

A beautiful spelling bee legend.

Yeah, that's actually why we're here.

We need Simryn to help Evan win.

Of course Simryn can help.

I call her "Hamburger"
because she's such a helper.

It's 'cause of Hamburger Helper.

You know, the...

Yeah, Dad, they know. So embarrassing.

- When I am ever embarrassing?
- Just now?

Yesterday at the market,
when you juggled the lettuce?

Every time the Cleveland Indians
come to town?

Alright, smiles up, Patels.

We're about to get on the Jumbotron.

Now the real Indians are here!

There is nothing embarrassing
about clever wordplay.

Come on, Hamburger. Help us.

You'll be great.

You spent weeks studying
for those spelling bees.

Yeah. I-I did.

But the thing is,

I have all these motel chores, so...

- I'll do your chores. Love chores.
- Great.

He loves chores.

You can start tomorrow.

Everybody's happy.

- So happy.
- Cool.

Want to trade shoulder massages?

I do you, you do me?

No, I like my shoulders tight.

Okay.

Guess who got a job

as the newest associate
at Abernathy & Fitz?

Wow.

Isn't that amazing, Louis?

Yeah. You know what's amazing?

The Brazilian rainforest.

We don't even know what's in there.

Emery, you can have
your party dresses back.

Thanks for the push, Mom.

Abernathy & Fitz.

Not only did I get Emery to pick a job,

but he picked one at a law firm.

Looks like I earned myself
some ice cream.

You still in for tradesies on massages?

These new bra straps
are killing my shoulders.

No, Ma.

Hello, this is Trish.

- No scores yet?
- Nope.

But Brian got his,
and ooh, buddy, it was bad.

Like, single-digit-hundies.

Oh, God. It's gonna be bad.

I gotta make sure Evan gets all
the training here he can get.

Brobdingnagian.
Please use it in a sentence.

The blue whale is a mammal
of brobdingnagian proportions.

Damn.

This is the biggest washing
machine I've ever used.

The biggest washing machine
I ever used growing up?

The Ganges.

We need a new movie quote.

"Luke... I Am Your Motel."

It's from "Star Wars."

Celerity.

Please use it in a sentence.

Okay. Got to work fast.

Only 10 minutes before
the next guest checks in.

"You know what they call

a Quarter Pounder With Cheese in Paris?

A Motel With Cheese."

I don't get it.

- It's from "Pulp Fiction."
- Mm.

- You still don't get it, do you?
- No.

Celerity of movement is vital
in the 100-meter dash.

♪ Who's down with OPP? ♪

♪ This whole party, break it down ♪

I got it.

Wait. Mr. Patel? I'm stuck!

"Austin Powers."

Yeah, baby.

- Pterodactyl.
- P-T-E-R-O...

That was Trent.

My SAT scores came in,
and it's, uh... wow.

Ooh, that's not good.

Hey, man, it's been proven
standardized testing is racist.

Not racist enough. I got a 1500.

Whoa! Congrats!

What?

But you said you blacked out.

I guess your boy's just a natural.

Let's steal some of these tasty
pillow mints and head home.

But I'm not done yet.

It doesn't matter anymore. I'm safe.

Plus, you studied a bunch. Let's go.

You're safe?

So, this was all about you.

You never cared about helping me.

I should have known better.

I did mean what I said
about the guest house.

Sorry to jump in,

but we don't have pillow mints.

What have you been eating?

I want you to know,

when Eddie bombs the SAT
and mysteriously vanishes,

you can have his room.

Mm.

Your law firm is next to the mall?

Law firm?

Abernathy & Fitz is a clothing store.

For lawyers?

- No.
- Oh.

Well, not as prestigious,
but still a job.

Yeah. Turns out "my thing" was

whatever got me to my
new wardrobe the quickest.

Let me just get my uniform on.

There. Ready for work.

What is happening?

It's store policy to have
shirtless male greeters.

I guess it brings in customers.

I get my torso oil today.

Wish me luck.

Oh, God.

I've turned my teenage son
into a stripper.

A male one.

I can't believe you, Eddie.

This is worse than when
Emery stretched out

- my favorite checkered polo.
- Dude, I'm sorry.

Spring break was on the line
and I got carried away,

but if you have more to do, we can stay.

Um, I think he's got it.

Really? I'm ready for the bee?

You think I can win?

Uh, well, there's no guarantees.

But I mastered your
spelling system, right?

Uh... w-well...

t-to be honest,
I don't really have a system.

- I never really studied.
- What?

I said I'd help you to stay
on my parents' good side.

I mean, the Mandy concert's on the line.

Mandy friggin' Moore.

She cute.

If you didn't study,

then how did you win three times?

I don't know.

I hear a word, close my eyes,

see some colors, and spell it?

Seriously?

So, you black out and get a 1500,

and you're a Mandy-head
with synesthesia?

Synesthesia.

Purple S, green Y...

Sorry, can't turn it off.
This isn't fair.

You're both naturals,

and I'm a sucker
who has to put in the work.

Dude, you're a straight-A student.

Who cares?

I care because I have to earn it.

You guys just wake up and it's there.

- No effort. Voilà.
- Come on, Evan.

I mean, why even bother
with the spelling bee?

Some natural's just gonna
swoop in and beat me anyway.

It's pointless.

I quit.

Not to belittle his outrage,

but he is so cute when he storms off.

Man, I really messed him up.

He didn't even sanitize
the chair before he landed.

Oh, no.

Is your brother crying?

In public?

Don't let him do that in the pool.

It messes up the PH of the water.

He's frustrated I got a 1500
on my SATs without studying.

I take it fitted sheets
weren't on the test.

I think he's jealous
'cause I'm a natural.

Man, I don't understand this obsession

with "being a natural."

I mean, it's kind of awesome.

I crushed the SATs.

Don't even remember
filling in the ovals.

Hmm. Congrats.

You're a natural at something useless

that makes no money.

Did you switch bodies with my mom?

Look around.

If we hadn't put in the work,

the Magic Motor Inn
would never have made it

to AAA's list of most
affordable motor lodges

off the I-4 in East Orlando.

Did you switch bodies with my dad?

The point is...

natural talent only takes you so far.

Key to success... Hard work.

Look at Simryn.

She wouldn't have won
all those spelling bees

if she didn't put in the work.

She said she didn't study
for any of those.

You never studied for the spelling bee?

You lied to us
about being at the library.

No, I was at the library,

reading magazines on microfiche.

Did you know there's a "Vogue"

- for Amish girls?
- What?

The quizzes are great.

You know I'm a sucker

for limited circulation magazines.

Simryn, why would you not just tell us?

I didn't want you to feel like
I didn't earn it.

I know how much you value hard work.

We all do.

How many times have you heard

how he wouldn't have
gotten out of the village

without pulling himself up
by his bootstraps?

I had to share my bootstraps
with, like, uh...

- All 30 cousins.
- All 30 cousins.

Okay, fine.

But we still don't want you
to lie to us.

Yes. I agree with your father.

Unless you're dating
that tall dummy out there.

In which case, please lie.

Oh, hello, my wife.

I'm not in the mood,

and why are there so many?

It's Lactaid.

You were right about Emery.

You deserve ice cream,
but not just home ice cream.

The kind high-schoolers
get on an innocent date

before they ravage each other.

It's fine.

Emery working is reward enough.

No, I found a new spot
at the mall that's so fancy

they spell "shop" with two Ps and an E.

Shop-puh-pee. Shop-pee.

Shop... Shop-pay... Shop...
Shop-pee-pee... puh-pee.

Shop-puh-pee.

Wandering eyes, Jessica.

There a good-looking man over there?

Yes.

A good-looking adult man
we definitely don't know.

Wow. You're really looking.

- He must be sexy.
- Oh!

Thank you for this, Louis.

Thank you. I've really enjoyed it.

Let's go.

No, not before I tell you
that you are an amazing mother

and a great role model for our children.

The way you knew Emery
needed consequences...

Mom? Dad? Hey!

Jessica, why am I at the mall
looking at my son's nipples?

Hey, buddy.

Pro tip...

Bun tans only work
if you pull your shorts down.

I'm mad at you... And myself.

I really wish I had sanitized
this chair before I laid down.

I'm sorry if I made you feel
like you're not awesome.

Because there's no one awesomer.

"Awesomer" is not a word.

Or maybe it is. Who knows?

I'm no natural.

Whoa. It looks like you were grilled.

Oh, I guess I'm not
a natural tanner, either.

Evan, being a natural doesn't matter.

Really?
Please black out and enlighten me.

You have the greatest
natural talent of all...

Your work ethic.

That's what makes you so special.

And how is that special?

Anyone can get lucky every now and then,

but your focus will help you succeed

in anything you want.

That's why you got to get
back in that spelling bee

and bring home the Iron Man.

Deal.

But if you do wind up in my guest house,

I'm not splurging on permits,

so if the plumbing breaks down,

you're on your own.

Better head to the shower.

Gonna take extra soap
to get all this oil off.

Uhp, I don't think the Lactaid worked.

I got to go, too.

Oh, please.

You took a double dose.

Why didn't you tell me

Emery's working at
a half-nude clothing outlet?

You knew pushing Emery too hard
would lead to a bad choice.

But you did it anyway,

and now our son is selling his body.

Well, just from the waist up.

Fine.

I was wrong.

I just wanted to help him figure it out.

Well, I was wrong, too.

Emery's older now and needs to learn

the real world has consequences.

When you think about it,
we were both half-right.

And I admitted it first,
so I was first half-right.

Sure.

Here's a tiffin for your ride home.

Some rice, vegetables, and a samosa

for each one of you.

It's like a triangle hot pocket.

Do you want this nice container back?

'Cause I guarantee
my mom's gonna steal it.

Smart mom.

Hey, if you guys are available,

you should come to the spelling bee.

You got it. Bring it in, Evan.

Dad, what are you doing? We don't hug.

He's frisking him for stolen shampoos.

Okay. Have a safe trip, boys.

He's clean.

Thank you. It was delicious.

Mm.

Hello, Evan.

Guetapens.

Please use it in a sentence.

I still can't believe
you haven't told Mom

about your 1500.

- Um, I figured it was Evan's day.
- Oh.

That's so nice of you.

Also, I'm saving it just in case

things get out of hand at South Padre.

G-U-E-T-A-P-E-N-S.

- Guetapens.
- That is correct.

Yes, Evan!

Does he get a trophy?

You get a ribbon and a certificate

that won't fit in a standard frame.

These kids think they're so smart.

Good luck in the apocalypse.

They'll be the first ones eaten.