- I've got news for you, Lopez.
I might be appointing someone else as captain soon.
- What?
Is this because I've put on some pounds?
- I've been thinking about it for a while,
and I know who your number one competition is.
- Who?
- Quinn.
She's looking to take you down.
- I knew Santana wanted me out.
- That's right, she's even turning the team against you.
- That big-thighed bitch.
- She's only playing the game,
you've just got to play it better.
If a fight is what she's looking for,
- then I'll give her one. - Then I'll give her one.
(crowds chattering in background)
(gentle, piano music)
♫ Just try your best,
♫ try everything you can.
♫ And don't you worry what they tell themselves,
♫ when you're away.
♫ It just takes some time little girl.
♫ You never left the light.
♫ Everything, everything will be just fine.
♫ Everything, everything will beee
♫ Aaalll right.
(gentle piano music)
- So Kim--
- That's Mrs. Cohen to you.
- Sorry, Mrs. Cohen.
Is this your first time at the Lima Bean?
- Yes, and the prices for bagels here
are too high for my liking.
- The prices are kinda crazy.
- I wouldn't say crazy that's just pushing it.
- Um Mom, did you know that Artie
is a certified champion for the local Lima video game club?
- Oh really?
- Yup, three years in a row.
- I hate video games.
(quirky, playful light piano music)
- I'm gonna get us all a round of coffee.
- Oh no, I'll get that.
- No, you should stay, talk.
Get to know one another.
- I'd rather get the coffee.
- I'll be back soon.
(quirky, playful piano music)
- That's a lovely color on you.
- I don't like you.
- I know.
- You're not good enough for my daughter.
- With all due respect Mrs. Cohen,
I think Tina's smart enough to know
who she wants to be with.
- Tina can be naive at times.
I know what's best for her and it isn't you.
You're selfish, sexist
and have hurt my little girl more than once.
You even put a video game before her.
You'll only end up breaking her heart.
- Come on, you stupid engine!
Uh! (metal clanks)
This is pointless!
- Whoa, whoa, take it easy, son.
Keep acting like that you'll frighten away
our new employee that's coming in today.
- I can't get this retarded engine to work.
- Language.
And just take your time with it, Finn.
You'll figure it out.
(phone ringing)
- I've gotta take that.
It might be our new worker.
(phone ringing)
- What the hell is wrong with you?
- Are you talking to the car or to yourself?
Either way, that's kind of weird, not gonna lie.
- What?
Look lady, if you need new tires or something
you need to go to the front.
- Is that how you treat a customer?
- I'm busy, just go away.
- You're an ass.
- What did you just call me?
- Do you need me to spell it out?
- Oh, I see you've met our new employee.
Finn, this is Carey West.
You getting along?
- Oh, definitely.
Mr. Hudson has been the perfect gentleman.
- I'm sure you two will work great together.
- Uh, yeah.
(swaying, light plucking strings)
- [Carey] Oil pump.
- What?
- The oil pump in the car needs to be replaced.
I can see it from here you need to--
- I know how to replace a pump.
I don't need your help.
- Fine, suit yourself.
(clicking gear)
(oil explodes and sploshes)
- Yeah, I lied about the oil pump.
Black looks good on you, Hudson.
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(shutter clicks)
(upbeat, light pop music)
♫ Sim,
♫ GM Productions.
♫ Sim,
♫ GM Productions.
♫ Sim,
♫ GM Productions.
♫ Sim,
♫ GM Productions.