Two and a Half Men (2003–2015): Season 8, Episode 11 - Dead from the Waist Down - full transcript

All right,
I have turned "it" into "ziti",

with a triple letter on Z
and a double word on the I.

Plus, going down, I've created "za".

Za?

A colloquialism for pizza.

One of five two-letter words accepted
by the National Scrabble Association.

Unbelievable.

You can call them if you want.

That's what we in Scrabble circles
call a two tile takedown.

Alan, is our limo here yet?

Sorry, I haven't seen a limo.



Oh, 100 points!

That's a gorgeous dress, Courtney.

Thanks. Charlie insisted
on buying it for me to wear tonight.

- What's the charity again?
- I don't know. Landmines, orphans.

Landmines for orphans.

I just want to show you off.

- Well, you look great.
- Thank you.

No, there's...

Something wrong.

What?

I don't know. Something's...

Something's missing.

I got it.

You shouldn't have.



Well, you've done a lot of things for me
you shouldn't have.

Now you look great.

God, it is beautiful.

Thank you.

What are you up to tonight?

Not much.
Just a quiet, romantic evening at home.

Loser.

Come on, that's not fair.

No, it's my word! Loser.

I should point out

you could have used the C at the top
of the board and made "closer".

I'll stick with loser.

Great. We'll be right out.

- Our chariot awaits.
- Have fun.

Thanks. You, too.

Do me a favor.

When we get in the limo,
ask the driver to put up the partition.

You bet.

Isn't that sweet?

She's gonna do more things
she shouldn't.

Gluten-free pretzel?

No, thanks.

I guess this isn't much
of a Saturday night date.

Alan, it's fine.
I like staying in with you.

I could probably do
without the Bom-bom!

I wish I could take you out
and get you things like Charlie does.

I don't need those things.

I mean, they're nice.

They're more than nice.
They're what every girl dreams of.

But let's face it.

Some dreams just have to die.

Well, I'm sorry you had to settle.

I'm not settling.

I'm accepting.

So you're not rich
and successful like Charlie.

So you can't take me out in limos
and shower me in diamonds.

So there's no expensive restaurants
or beautiful dresses.

But?

What?

Well, you know,
I can't take you out,

and I can't give you stuff, but...

But... I love you?

Why?

Boy, you're just gonna keep
pushing this, aren't you?

You love me. I'm good.

Let's play Scrabble.

Axolotl!

Season 8 Episode 11
"Dead From the Waist Down"

Subtitles: Mr. Bo Jingles Team

Morning.

Morning.

Pottery Barn?

I'm looking for ideas
for a birthday present for Lyndsey.

At the Pottery Barn?

Well, I don't have your money.

And you can communicate your feelings
for a woman without diamonds.

True,
but diamonds get you limo skull.

Pottery Barn won't get you dry humped
in the back of a city bus.

Charming.

So, how was the charity soir?e
last night?

I don't know.
We never made it out of the limo.

Do you have any idea
how bad you're making me look?

That's not me.

That's genetics
and barber school haircuts.

I'm serious. How do you think I feel
when I'm with Lyndsey,

and I see you shower Courtney
with limos and diamonds?

I never thought about that.
I have a solution, though.

- What's that?
- Move out.

I'm just saying, I'd appreciate it
if you didn't do that in front of us.

Again, I have a solution.

Let's stipulate you want me
to move out and I'm not going anywhere.

What is it you'd have me do?

Not enjoy the money that I earn?
Not lavish it on the people I love?

Sneak around in the night
giving gifts to my girlfriend,

- so you don't get your feelings hurt?
- Is that something you'd consider?

- No, but I'll tell you what I will do.
- What's that?

If I should come home some night

to find you on a chair
with a rope around your neck

because you can't bear another moment
of your pathetic life,

I give you my word,
I will kick the chair.

Santa Claus bottle stopper.

Only 12 dollars.

I can get her two.

Dad?

- I need money.
- Join the club.

Seriously.
My clothes are getting too small.

I give your mother money every month
for the purpose of buying what you need.

That's not how she sees it.

I don't know what to tell you.
Things are tight right now.

So are my shoes.

What do you want me to do,
tap into your college fund?

I guess not.

Hang on a second.

Let's not throw that idea out
so quickly.

- What do you mean?
- Well, realistically,

do you actually
see yourself going to college?

Because if you don't,
we could use that money

to buy you some new clothes,
plus maybe some other things.

It's funny that you ask that.

I had no interest in college
until a few days ago.

What changed?

I saw this video called
Topless Coeds of the Big Ten,

and I decided
I need to go to college.

You expect me to pay
30, 40,000 dollars a year

so you can meet drunk girls
who lift their shirts?

Yes, please.

Is that a no on the clothes money?

I'll talk to your mother about it.

Now I'm filled with hope.

Alan, come here.

Are you gonna make me feel worse?

Is that even possible?

I wouldn't think so,

but you usually find a way.

What do you want?

I overheard you trying
to talk Huckleberry out of education.

Not my proudest moment.

But I'm desperate to find a way
to buy Lyndsey a birthday present.

All right, here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna lend you enough
so you can buy her something nice.

- How much?
- Are you kidding?

- You're negotiating with me?
- Forget it.

I appreciate the offer,
but I'm not gonna take your money.

I'm sorry. I think
I might have just had a small stroke.

You're not gonna take my money?

You heard me right.

I have to find a way
to buy Lyndsey a nice present on my own.

- It's a matter of self-respect.
- Little late for that, isn't it?

If it was for me,
I'd take your money.

If it was for you,
I wouldn't offer it.

But this is my girlfriend.

If I can't do this one thing
for her,

then maybe I don't deserve her.

What's your plan?

I'm not sure,

but when Alan Harper sets his mind

just stand back and watch it happen.

Cue the theme from Rocky.

Need some help?

- A little late to ask, don't you think?
- Nope.

Well, the good news is,

I am done.

I have accomplished my mission.

After three weeks of 16-hour days
at the office and the mall,

I have managed to earn enough money
to buy Lyndsey a beautiful

birthday present.

Voil?!

A matching set of natural

South Sea Island pearls.

No kidding?

And you got these at the mall?

Well, in the mall parking lot.

You bought pearls from a guy
in a parking lot?

Not a guy.

A Tahitian wholesaler.

You have any idea what the mark-up
is on these things?

By eliminating the middleman,
I saved a fortune.

- You sure about that?
- Don't worry, they're real.

I have a certificate
of authenticity.

The word authentic
doesn't have a K in it.

It's the man's second language,
Charlie.

For future reference,

the way you can tell if pearls are real
is you rub them on your teeth.

If they're rough, they're real,
if they're smooth, they're fake.

Fine, I will prove it to you.

See?

Rough.

And oddly minty.

Oh, darn.

- Morning.
- Morning. Hey, nice pearls.

Found in the garbage.

Strange some of the things people
throw away.

I also found what looked like

a half-written suicide note
in your brother's handwriting.

- No kidding?
- Should I be worried?

You mean
that he won't go through with it?

He'll be fine.
He's just having money problems.

Okay. But fair warning...

he offs himself,
I ain't cleaning it up.

- Who's offing themselves?
- Nobody.

Nobody important.

I was wondering,
are you going anywhere today?

Don't try to play me,
knucklehead, just ask.

Can I borrow your car?

- Come on.
- That's a very expensive car.

There's no way I'm putting you
behind that wheel.

See you later.
I go to shop.

- Have fun.
- Are you taking Uncle Charlie's car?

- Yeah. Why?
- Maybe I could drive you.

Save you the hassle of parking
and everything.

Aren't you the sweetest thing.
Thanks.

See you, handsome!

Yeah, see you, handsome.

Wonderful.

I just got outsmarted
by Mr. Potato Head.

I did a bad thing.

- A very bad thing.
- Sorry to hear it.

- I don't want to tell you about it.
- Good.

I am ashamed.

Okay, we both know
you're gonna tell me, so just tell me.

In order to explain it,
I have to go back a few years.

Please, God help me.

Back when Judith and I were
still married but having problems,

I decided to try to make her happy
by buying her

a really nice
pair or diamond earrings.

- You could afford diamond earrings?
- No alimony, no child support.

It was a bountiful time.

Anyway, I spent a fortune on them
and I wrapped them up really nice

and took her to an expensive restaurant
and gave them to her over cocktails.

- And?
- She said, "Thanks,"

ordered the lobster,
then filed for divorce.

At which point, I moved in with you.

You're right, Alan,
that was a very bad thing.

- No, that was just the prologue.
- Please, God, help me.

So, this afternoon,
I was over at Judith's to talk to her

about using my child support payments
to buy Jake new clothes.

- Yeah?
- She's against it.

We argued,
she stormed out of the room

and left me standing there by myself

in the house I used to own.

Anyway, before I left,
I figured I'd pee.

I didn't really need to, but, you got
to figure with the traffic,

- it's a good defensiv...
- Would you please get to it!

Almost there, almost there. So,

as I was walking down the hallway,

I noticed that Judith's bedroom door
was open,

and... I thought
about those beautiful diamond earrings

just sitting there
in her jewelry box and...

how I can't even afford to buy
my girlfriend a birthday present.

Let me guess.
You peed in her jewelry box.

Judith never even wore them,
Charlie.

You stole diamonds
from your ex-wife?

Yeah.

Kudos!

I don't even know how it happened.

It was like I was in a dream,
and my hands belonged to someone else.

I have that same dream all the time.

Except in mine,
the hands do belong to someone else.

I'm a good man, Charlie;
I play by the rules. This isn't me.

Sure it is.

You made up your mind that you get
Lyndsey a nice birthday present.

The only part that isn't you
is that you succeeded.

I can't give these to Lyndsey...
they're tainted.

I have to sneak them back
into Judith's jewelry box.

- You can't do that.
- Why not?

Don't you watch TV?

Every time the crooks try to put
the stolen loot back, it always goes

horribly, and hilariously, wrong.

I will just have
to take that chance.

Tomorrow I am going back to Judith's.
I'm gonna make this right.

Suit yourself.

I don't suppose you want
to come with me?

Maybe distract her
while I put the earrings back?

Yeah, that sounds like a great plan.
What could go wrong?

- Okay, I'll do it myself.
- Don't call me for bail money.

Why not? You were gonna give me
money to buy a present.

You're not even planning
to get away with it?

Of course I am.

I was always planning
to become an astronaut and a cowboy.

Hey, baby.

- How was shopping?
- We had a great time.

Yeah, it was a blast.

Look... I got the same watch
Johnny Depp has.

Wait, wait, wait, hold on.
You bought him all this?

- He was so helpful.
- Here you go, handsome.

By they way,
you got a parking ticket.

Damn it, I don't want you buying stuff
for that clown on my credit card.

Why not? You buy me stuff.

- There's a difference.
- What's that?

Well, you're having sex with me,
and he's... he's just screwing me.

You okay, honey?

Yeah. I'm just a little tired.

Of course you are.
You've been working so hard.

- I got a little something for you.
- Lyndsey, not tonight...

I'm dead from the waist down.

Silly! Not that.

This.

- What is it?
- Open it and see.

"A day of pampering
at the Beverly Glen Spa"?

You can get a massage, scalp treatment,
facial, mani-pedi, anything you want.

- What's the occasion?
- You're my man... you deserve it.

Oh, boy.

What's the matter?

Your birthday's on Saturday.

Alan... I told you, I don't expect
anything fancy or expensive.

I know you don't.

Which is why I got you these!

- You shouldn't have!
- Tell me about it.

They must have cost a fortune!

Not really. I stole 'em.

To my birthday girl.

Thank you, sweetie.
How do they look?

Almost as beautiful
as the woman who's wearing them.

What a surprise.
What brings you here?

It's our...
weekly in-lieu-of-sex dinner.

- Hi, Lyndsey. How have you been?
- Good, thanks.

How about you?

Fine.

- Alan, what is wrong with you?
- Nothing. I'm just...

here with my girlfriend having...
a little birthday celebration.

- What are you doing?!
- I'm sorry,

I love it when your hair
is down... it's so sexy.

He's right, it is.

- Would you like to join us for a drink?
- Great idea!

So, Lyndsey, happy birthday.

- Thank you.
- Did you get anything special?

Well, as a matter of fact...

All right, I just have
to say something here!

You whine and moan
about not having enough money to buy

decent clothes for our son,
and yet...

somehow there's enough for you
go out and have a...

a big fancy dinner!

What?

Are you suddenly hard of hearing?

Or are you just...
allergic to the truth?!

- Hey, hold on...
- No, no!

This needs to be said!
You should be ashamed of yourself!

Shame! Shame, shame...

Shame.

Come on, Herb.
He's crazy.

Happy birthday, Lyndsey.
I love the earrings.

Coming.

Can you believe I was married
to that bitch?

- Where have you been?
- I was...

dropping Jake off at his mother's.

- How are you handling your guilt?
- You mean about the earrings?

Well, interesting thing.

It's much easier the second time.

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