Show me wax on, wax off.
Man, I loved the '80s.
It was the age of E.T.
Mr. T., and MTV.
Back then, the world was still small.
No cell phones or internet or twitter.
Your friends lived on your street,
and your family were the people at your dinner table.
If you were assuming these smiley people were my family,
they're not. We showed our affection in a different way.
This is how I remember the '80s.
There were no parenting blogs,
or peanut allergies; just a whole lotta crazy.
Ah, look at that little geek.
对 这就是我 亚当·金伯格
Yep, that's me, Adam Goldberg.
We were the first on our block to get a video camera,
and I used it to record my entire childhood.
The man parking his pants at the front door,
that's my dad, Murray Goldberg.
Ever since his last heart attack,
he became determined to exercise, eat better,
And not yell so much. It wasn't working.
Stop with the camera!
My super-friendly sister Erica.
She loved to talk to people, just not us.
亚当 你搞什么鬼 小心我给你破相
Adam, what the hell? I'm gonna crimp your face.
Barry Goldberg, textbook middle child,
and classic over-reactor.
你是个骗子 西蒙 你是个骗子
You're a liar, Simon! You are a liar!
And finally, my overbearing "Smother,"
A homemaker, a ball breaker,
who found the time to stay fit,
raise the kids, and drive us all insane.
Yeah, we were the family that yelled and cursed,
but to this day, we still love each other.
This is my family...
It was September 3,
It began as a typical morning in the Goldberg house.
You don't know anything. He's not too old for me.
He's in college, Erica!
Wrong. He dropped out to start a band.
Don't you feel stupid now?
Mom, they don't zip.
Can you help me with this?
Oh, look at you.
Oh, why go shopping when your sister's jeans fit you so perfectly?
Fit me perfectly? They're horrible.
They're roomy in the hips and tight in the front.
I look like Brooke Shields.
And she's beautiful.
Look, you need to be grateful,
because one day, I won't be here to help dress you.
You keep sayin' that, but when?
As always, my mom began the day
by dressing us, feeding us,
and ignoring any sense of human boundaries.
Where's my baby?
Happy birthday. What do you want for breakfast?
- Privacy! - Oh, please.
Don't forget to wash your bottom.
Barry was in a rare good mood.
He was turning 16,
a day he'd been waiting for his whole life.
It's jingling. It's keys.
Keys means car,
car means freedom from all you monsters.
I love you, mom.
What the hell is this?
It's a locket.
It's got my picture inside
so you can always have your mother near your heart.
Sweetie, you're just not ready to drive.
You're too immature, and quite honestly,
a little high-Strung.
I am not high-Strung!
I'm strung just fine, like a tennis racket or a banjo--
You know, I think it's great,
'cause all the cool guys in my grade,
- They have mom lockets. - Hey!
-所有的 -别惹我 好吗
- All of 'em. - Don't poke the bear, all right?
You don't wanna wear it, fine.
- I'll throw it in the trash. - Go ahead.
- Here I go. - Do it.
- Go ahead. - Gonna go in the garbage.
You were gonna let me throw this in the trash.
Totally irresponsible. You're not driving.
老天 爸 拜托劝你老婆几句吧
Oh, god. Dad, please talk some sense into your wife.
She saying some pretty controversial things over there.
I agree with whatever nonsense your mother just said.
Come on, this is not fair.
Who the hell told you life was fair, ya moron?
Dad's colorful way of speaking
may seem a bit harsh; it really wasn't.
You just had to learn how to speak Murray.
It's 2:00 A.M.
I thought you were dead. I could kill you.
You broke it. It's amazing.
You little bastards ruin everything.
For someone so smart,
you sure act like an idiot.
All right, stop your pouting.
I got you something,
and I think you're gonna like it.
This is top 40!
You don't know me at all.
我爱的是饶舌 街头诗歌♥ 你懂不懂啊
I'm into rap, the poetry of the streets. Come on!
No, no, I talked to the guy at Sam Goody.
He said it was a hip track.
Well, did you talk to Sam Goody himself?
有吗 没有 你只是随便问了一个
Huh? Did you? No. You talked to a random jag-off
who knows nothing about real music.
You weren't there, okay?
The guy had an earring, he had a Jean jacket,
covered in buttons. Covered!
Don't get your father all worked up.
I'm already all worked up.
-亲爱的 -冷静 呼吸
- Honey... - Calm down, breathe.
I'm breathin', I'm breathin', okay?
You're killing your father.
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