05x03 - Goldberg on the Goldbergs

Episode transcripts for the TV show "The Goldbergs". Aired: September 2013 to present.*
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"The Goldbergs" is set in the 1980s in Jenkintown, Pennsylvania and shows the reality of the '80s from a young boy's eyes.
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05x03 - Goldberg on the Goldbergs

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Back in the ' s, I was unathletic,

uncoordinated, and extremely lazy-eyed.

Luckily, there was an
adult to help shepherd me


through this difficult time...

My gym teacher, Coach Mellor.

Hustle, hustle! Build that muscle!

Let's go!

I'm lookin' at you, Goldfarb!

[As Darth Vader] Dave
Kim, I am your father!

Ha! Dude! No one's
ever done that before!

And no one will ever do it again!

Drop and give me burpees! Now!

Just when I thought
gym couldn't get worse,


the new school year began and it did.

All right!

Welcome to third-period gym,
freshmen through seniors.

Now, to any of you younger,
spindly-armed students

worried about the insane
disparity of height and weight

in this class, I say...

- What are ya gonna do?
- Suggestion, Coach.

Perhaps the younger, dorkier students

should wear shin guards and helmets,

because I will bring the thunder.

Oh, balls. You're in this class?

Looks like we got ourselves

a classic brother
versus brother showdown.

- No, we don't.
- You know it.

This is why I snap on
these blue shorts every day.

Now let's play some scooter
ball! [Whistle blows]

And so Coach pitted
me against my brother


for the next three months,

and each class, it got worse.

Let's go, smaller
team! Get in their face!

[Music Playing]

[Distorted] Not in my house!

[Music Playing]

Good job, Goldberg.

Yep, Barry's vision was
laser-focused on me in gym.


Mine, on the other hand,
was a bit more wandering.


Aaaah! Where are your glasses, kiddo?

Your eye's all farkakte.

Broke in gym class.

Now we all got to
live with the lazy eye.

What's that? Are you talking to me?

No, I was talking to Pops.

Then why are you looking at me?

I didn't! This is me looking at you.

No, now you're looking
at Mrs. Butterworth.

I am not!

You're staring right at her!

Now one eye's staring at
me. I don't know what to do.


Bevy, your son's wonky
eye is ruining breakfast.

Adam, put your glasses on.

Oh! You broke them again?!

No more glasses! Those
things cost a fortune.

From now on,

you're gonna wear an
eyepatch, like a regular kid.

But this wasn't my fault!
I was targeted in gym class!

Targeted?!

Who targeted my
smooshy-tushed baby boy?

'Twas I.

Barry, what have I told you

about picking on poor Adam?

Then came the Mom guilt trip
unique to brothers everywhere.


You realize that one day, I'll be gone,

and the only thing
you'll have is each other.

Oh, pass! He sucks.

I suck?

Even your wandering eye hates you

and wants to leave your head.

You two are gonna be
best friends forever,

or no Steak-umms for a month!

Why are you being so
mean to me about this?

Here, schmoo. You can
wear your backup glasses

till I get the broken
ones to LensCrafters.

No! You can't take
away this gift from me.

I finally have a reason to go to school.

Adam, tell Coach Mellor you
want to be on Barry's team.

Ah! Saved by Mama Bear once again.

Now all I had to do was plead
my case to my bear of a coach.


Okay, party people!

The rubber balls are
wet and molded over,

so today, we will be playing dodgeball

with lady softballs.

They're large, they're hard,

and they will leave a mark.

Uh... Coach, quick sidebar?

First of all, son,

you got to take off the comedy glasses.

We're not in clown school.

Sadly, these are not for hilarity...

Just to fix a lazy eye.

On that note, I was thinking maybe

Barry and I can be on the same team?

Or you can finally cast off

your self-doubt and
those orthopedic glasses

and make your big bro suck
it on the court of life.

Solid plan.

However, my mom really
wants us on the same team

to avoid further damage
to my growing body.

Son, the only reason Barry pummels you

is because you let him.

You got to to stop running
and unleash the beast inside.

And don't just do it for you.

Do it for all the picked-on,
little-dorkus brothers

who cry "No more!"

Now, are you gonna stand up and be a man

or are you gonna cower
behind your mommy?

You're pitting my babies
against each other on purpose?!

Unacceptable!

[Whispering] I'm so sorry.

♪ I'm twisted up inside ♪

♪ But nonetheless, I
feel the need to say ♪

♪ I don't know the future ♪

♪ But the past keeps
getting clearer every day ♪

It was October , -something,

and Erica was making the most

of a wild Saturday night on campus.

- No, you hang up.
- No, you hang up.


- No, you hang up.
- No, you hang up.


- No, you hang up.
- No, you hang up.


- No...
- Oh, my god.

You're actually ruining
Peter Cetera for me.

Just hang up already before I barf!

Okay, it's getting late, babe.

We need to hang up for real this time.

God! It's so hard to hang up!

Who? Wha' phone? Hello?

Geoff, I think we fell
asleep on the phone!


Aww. We fell asleep together?

Son of a bitch!

So much long-distance charges!

Crap! I'm the one who called you!

This phone bill's gonna be insane!

Oh, no! Your dad's
gonna hate me so much!

Money's his anger flash point!

We got to get off this phone, Geoff!

Every second costs us!

- Hang up!
- No, you hang up!


- No, you hang up!
- No, you hang up!


Geoff, hang up the phone!!

[Receiver slams] [Squeals]

As Erica's phone bill was skyrocketing,

my mom was still coming
down hard on Mellor.


I put up with your macho attitude,

but when it affects my
family, we got big problems.

All right, here's the deal.

I, too, had a bully
for an older brother,

and, much like Adam,
I never stood up to him.

I was just... too afraid.

- You, afraid?
- You don't know Nick Mellor.

When we were kids, he
b*at me at everything,

football, powerlifting,

Greco-Roman wrestling, riflery,

downhill running, kites.

Well, you're grown
men now. Things change.

Well, not for us.

Nick's the defensive
coordinator at Villanova.

And me?

I'm just a glorified
activities advisor...

with chicken-cutlet thighs.

Stop.

Your thighs are very large.

Everyone says so.

The truth is, maybe
if I'd stood up to Nick

when we were younger
I'd be a college coach


and he'd be the one drying
out these moldy old balls.

[Fans whirring]

Can't you just get past
it? He's your family.

You sound like Mama, God rest her soul.

You mean...

She d*ed doing what
she loved, though,

frog squats.

Coach, does your brother have any idea

what he's done to you?

That's what Mama asked me...

Right before she did
that last ill-advised rep

that sent her to the
final cool-down in the sky.

Oh, Mama, why'd you
have to crush it so hard?

While my mom was digging
into Coach's tough past,


Erica was making a
tough call of her own.


Hello. Goldbergses' residence.

Pops don't say it's me, Erica!

- Is that Erica?
- Not Erica.

Play it cool!

I need to talk to Dad
about a gigantic phone bill,

but only if he's not cranky.

First off, has he eaten?

A little. Now a little more.

He's really teasing that pickle.

Damn it, Al! Hand it over!

All right, what'd you do?

Well... I've kind of been
talking to Geoff a lot,

so the next phone bill might possibly be

a little bit, extremely high.

Eh. It's only money.

"It's only money"?

"It's only money"?

Yeah, it's only money.

This from the guy who made
me bring my own cream cheese?

You're messing with me, right?

This is just a weird mind game?

Look, I know long distance is hard.

If you happen to talk on
the phone a little bit more

and it makes a big bill, so be it.

Take the "Yes" and hang up!

I'm scared, but I love you, and bye!

[Receiver rattles]

Okay, Mur. What's your angle?

No angle. I believe in young love.

No, you don't.

Of course I don't!

Do you know what it means

to have the one lonely freshman girl

who pines for her boyfriend back home?

Oy, I remember that
girl, Ethel Kominski.

She was the worst.

Yeah! Now Erica's the worst.

Instead of partying with frat boys,

she's on the phone every night

with some yutz a thousand miles away.

But that's horrible.

What about Erica going
out and having fun

and making mistakes and living life?

I thought about that.

And then I thought, "Nah. I'm good."

As my dad wanted to keep
Erica from college life,


my mom wanted a family reunion between
Coach and his brother. [Whistle blows]


Come on, girls! High knees! Let's go!

[Whistle blows] Come on, !

What the hell is that?!

[Whistle blows] This
ain't Sunday school!

[Whistle blows]

You're as useless as
your communication degree!

[Whistle blows] Well, look at that!

A tea party broke out
at a football game!

[Whistle blows]

Get up, Lopez!

I'll say when you have heatstroke!

That's Mellor's brother?
[Chuckles] Look at him!

It's like this coach ate our coach!

All I see is a big teddy bear

who aches for his brother's love.

You know, it's one thing to
mix in with your children.

It's another when it's with
enormous grown strangers.

You may be right.

Take five, guys!

I've got orange slices
and Kool-Aid here.

Help yourselves.

Ohh.

Spit it out.

What the hell do you think
you're doing, Blondie?

I'm here to bring the
Mellor boys back together.

It's time to fix things
with Coach Rick, Coach Nick.

My brother? [Scoffs] Pass!

Not you, Chandler!

Nice toss, Chandler! I
bet your mama's very proud.

You're not gonna leave here until
I agree to come with you, are you?

That's right.

Beverly Goldberg never backs down.

Also, I'm extremely intrusive.

Orange slice?

Those are meant to be shared.

The weekend had arrived,

but it was business
as usual for my sister.


Hi! Just doing my nightly RA check-ins.

Any big plans tonight?

Oh, yeah. Huge. Don't wait up.

I get it, you'll trust
me when you're ready.

In the meantime, read this.

"Depression: More Than
A Case Of The Mondays"?

Mm-hmm. It happens to a lot of
lonely, isolated shut-ins, like you.

I'm not depressed, Srini.

Of course not.

"Denial... De Thing Dat You Have."

Dear Lord, who writes this crap?

Such anger.

Luckily, I have the
perfect pamphlet for that.

Okay, seriously, do you have
a pamphlet for everything?

Big-time.

He gave me the one for divorced parents

and something else that's
totally cleared up now.

Look, I am not depressed
or angry or in denial.

I'm just in a
long-distance relationship.

Ohh! Of course. All
the signs were there.

You're a textbook BORF!

For sure. Total BORF.

Okay, what the hell is a BORF?

It stands for "Boyfriend
Obsessed Reject Freshman."

That's you.

I am not a BORF!

It's not a bad thing, Erica.

You're just that sad girl
that stays on the phone

with her loser boyfriend
from high school

'cause she has no life.

That sounds very bad!

I don't want to be a BORF! What do I do?

Come with me to the Delta Nu party.

It's gonna be bonkers.

Yes! Bonkers! I am there!

- I'm just gonna call Geoff...
- Mmm.

Is something that a BORF would say.

I need help.

I'll get you a pamphlet.

Crimp?

Okay, ladies and
gentlemen, it's game time.

Today's scooter ball captains,
Goldberg versus Goldfarb.

Uh, Coach? We went through this already.

Do I really have to get
my mom involved again?

It's happening, Goldfarb.

Now, get on that tiny
scooter, like a man.

[Music Playing]

But that day, Coach would have to man up

and face his older brother.

Yo! Coach Rick!

Coach Nick.

We need to powwow. Take a knee.

This is my gym. You take a knee.

Can't, I said "Take a knee" first,

so, according to the laws of coaching,

you got to take it.

Boys, watch Mellor and Mellor

sort through decades of
anger, all thanks to me.

It's true.

Blondie came by work the other day

and told me you were sad,

and so I figured I'd just come by here

and tell you personally I'm sorry...

that you lost your [bleep].

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa.

Are you that gutless that
you got to get some hot mom

to come by and whine for you?

[Chuckles] Thank you.

I've been waiting to
say this my entire life.

You are a mean and rude person!

- Excuse me?
- You're just jealous

'cause I'm a real coach
and you're stuck here.

That's not my fault,

but you act like it
is, and that is hurtful.

All right, that's it!

You're outta here!

[Whistle blows]

Did you just blow your whistle at me?!

Yeah, I did!

And according to the laws of coaching,

that means you got to take a lap!

No. You take the lap!

[Whistle blows]

[All gasp]

How dare you blow your whistle
at me in my gymnatorium?!

- You have no right!
- But I do.

This is the Blare-X ,
the Champagne of whistles,

given only to college coaches.

So, my whistle wins.

Anybody can get a whistle.

What really matters is what's in here,

and you and I both
know I always give %.

And everyone knows I give .

That's not possible!

Everybody knows that
% is the maximum!

Boys, think of your poor sweet mother.

You're family. You have to
settle this the right way.

- With sports.
- With sports.

I was thinking kind words and
maybe huggies and snuggies.

Never! We settle this
on the court, like men.

Scooter ball?!

Shouldn't you choose a
game you don't suck at?

Let's go.

Two-on-two.

Big brothers versus little bros.

Winner takes the title

of best brother in the universe.

No! My babies want no part of this.

Yes! I'm on the scary giant's team now.

Barry Goldberg.

Try to keep up.

While I was forced into
a brotherly death match,


my dad was dead set on keeping Erica

occupied on the phone.

Why don't you come on down
and get comfy cozy in my chair

- and call Erica.
- Really?

'Cause you said if I came
within feet of your chair

that you'd punch my father.

[Chuckles heartily]

That's me, the funny dad havin' fun.

Here's the phone.

I'm gonna get you a cup of joe

so you can talk to Erica all night long.

Actually, she's at a frat party.

What? Why?

Her -year-old sophomore
RA called her a BORF,

so she's gonna experience college a bit.


Does this recline?

Get out of my chair!

You're okay with Erica cavorting
around Washington, D.C.,

with a bunch of drunken frat boys?

- Yeah, it's fine. I trust her.
- No!

You have to make sure that she's safe

and she's committed to you and only you.

Now get out of here!

And that's how you keep your
daughter a lonely shut-in

for another glorious evening.

Or you sent a desperate high-school boy

to Erica's college to
commit to her forever.


Come on. He knew what I meant.

He had no idea what I meant.

That boy's got to be stopped.

[Engine starts]

If my parents ask, I'm staying
with Barry for the weekend.

Thank you for believing in love!

No, no, no! That's the
opposite of what I believe in!

Where are you going?

I got to drive like hell,

b*at that moron to Erica's door!

- You need pants!
- I'll get 'em on the way!

With that, my dad scooted off

to stop Geoff from
making a huge mistake.


Meanwhile, the gym was packed

for the great scooter-ball showdown.

Didn't think there'd be such a big crowd

for scooter ball.

You kidding?

Some even think we're
playing to the death.

To the death? What?!

Relax. It's just a rumor.

But you might want to
give him one last squeeze.

This has gone too far.

Mama is putting a
stop to this right now.

Don't back down now!

You can do this on your own, Goldberg.

You called me by my actual last name.

Yeah, because you finally earned it.

Unless you want to
go back to your mother

solving all your problems
and end up just like me.

Oh, God! That's the last thing I want.

No offense.

Some taken.

But he's right, Mom.

[Stan Bush's "The Touch" plays]
I got to stop hiding behind you.

I have to unleash the
beast inside of me.

No, Schmoo. You know
you can't eat dairy.

Not that beast!

I'm talking about Barry.

It's time he stops looking at
me like I'm some lazy-eyed nerd.

It really was.

Thanks to Coach,

I finally realized
what I had to do...


Fight.

For every Rec
Spec-sporting little brother


who suffered a lifetime
of living in the shadows.


Game on! [Cheers and applause]

I was gonna stand up to Barry...

by taking a seat

and scooting like I
never scooted before.


You're going down, Mellor!

Not if I take you down first, Mellor!

[Music stops, sneakers squeaking]

[Music resumes] Go long, baby! Go long!

I got you! Look alive!

Take the sh*t, Goldberg!

[Distorted] Take the sh*t!

And that day...

[Distorted] Not in my house!

...I gave Barry a gym-class smackdown

for the first time ever.

And it was glorious!

Foul! That was a foul! It doesn't count!

You're cheating like
you always do, cheater!

Oh, please! You got no integrity at all!

And you're a butthead.

Why don't you roll over here
and call me that to my face.

Here I come, tough guy.

Let's see what you got.

[Audience gasping]

[Music distorts]
[Both grunting, groaning]

Is this what you want when I'm gone?

[Grunting, groaning continue]

Thanks to my dad's poorly worded advice,

Geoff was ready to go big or go home.

- Geoff?!
- Erica!

I can't believe you're here!

I know. I had to see you.

And why is your dad here?

- Schwartz.
- Ugh. I know.

Some last-minute
furniture-convention thing?

Yeah. I said that.

You're going to the Ramada with me.

Uh... no. He'll be staying with me.

Without adult supervision?
What do you think this is?

College.

I hear dorm drama.

I have a pamphlet for
defusing confrontations.

Oh, my. What's all this?

Lameness. Just Erica
totally BORFin' out.

Nobody is BORFing anyone.

Your dad's right. It wouldn't
be appropriate for me to stay.

Unless...

Oh, boy.

We were... married?

Is that a ring?

I sold my CD collection.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What's happening, dude?

It appears your boyfriend is proposing

with a tiny, little diamond flake.

It's a definitely "No" in my opinion.

Do you two mind?!

Come on, Erica. What do you say?

Let's throw away our futures
and keep this love train

chuggin' on down to marriage town.

So poetic.

Get out! Get out!

And you! What the hell
has gotten into you?

Mostly your dad.

So, is this happening, or...?

Absolutely not!

Ohh, thank God.

I'm sorry, Mr. Goldberg.

She said "No," and I'm
super pumped about that.

Wait. Did you put him up to this?

Well, not exactly like that.

Although I could get used to the idea

of a long-distance marriage.

Is that why you don't
care about the phone bills?

Are you trying to keep me
from having fun at college?

Hey, can I stand up now?

Who tries to ruin college
for their daughter?

Who does that?

Hey, he's the one who
screwed it up by proposing.

I just wanted him to keep
you from having a life.

And I want you both out of my life.

Don't be mad!

I was just trying to do
what everyone tells me to,

like a good boy!

I didn't want to make you unhappy.

I just wanted you to be lonely.

Okay, his thing is much worse than mine.

I love... [Door slams]

Yep, sometimes, it's
hard to let go...


and even harder to
admit when you're wrong.


Mind if I grab a hippo?

[Sighs] Sorry about gym class.

It's just...

I've picked on you my whole life,

and it's hard to let go, you know?

Well, it wasn't all bad.

I mean, you brought out the beast in me,

and I scored my first
goal in anything ever.

That's all 'cause of you.

After seeing Coach and Coach
fight like little children,

I realized...

I don't want that to
be us when we get old.

It won't be.

How can you be so sure?

'Cause even though you give me dead arms

and call me a nerd

and flush the toilet
when I'm in the shower,

you really are my best friend.

♪ Only you ♪

Same here, nerd.

Just like that,

my mom's worst nightmare went away.

'Cause that's what brothers do.

Yo, Coach Rick.

They look out for each other.

No matter how old they get.

Coach Nick.

Come back to gloat?

No. We're the ones who
dragged him back here.

He's got something he needs to say.

Look...

I had a hard time as a kid.

I was huge and shy and had a goatee,

- so everybody thought I was a narc.
- I remember.

I felt bad about myself,
and I took it out on you.

And...

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I think you're right, I'm jealous.

You're a real coach and... I'm here.

Hey, you turn these
little punks into men.

If that ain't great coaching,
I don't know what is.

That day, one set of brothers...

Get that thing out of
here and bring it in.

...helped another see
things a little differently.


Well, that could've gone better.

Yeah, sorry I couldn't go through

with marrying your daughter, Mr. G.

Again, not what I wanted.

But you're a nice boy,

and you really do love Erica, so...

[Grumbles]

Maybe someday.

Oh, man. That means
you actually like me?

Just get in your tiny French clown car.

- He likes me!
- Shut up.

Hey, idiot! Don't go!

Um... are you talking to him or me?

She's talking to you, Schwartz.

Just don't stay out too late.

Wait. You're okay leaving us alone?

Yeah, I trust you.

No, you don't.

Look, it used to be my
job to keep you safe.

But I guess I just have to realize...

that's not my job anymore.

I can't believe my little
peanut is all grown up.

Best team you'll ever be
part of is your family.


You take a lot of sh*ts in
life, and sure, you miss a few,


but you're always stronger together.

'Cause in the end,

the best teams aren't
always the ones who win.


They're the ones who
play with their heart.


No more.

No more!

I'm serious. No more!

That one's for Mama.

Your ball, Goldbergs.

We're done. You win.

[Whistle blows] Game.

[Whistle blows] Now it's game.

[Whistle blows] Game!

[Whistle blows] Game!

[Whistle blows] Game!

[Whistle blows] Game!

Come on. Now's our chance.

- Game! Game!
- Game! Game!

- Game! Game!
- Game! Game!
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