Living Large (2024) Movie Script

Yo yo.
-Simmer some African millet.
-Millet!
Pork in the skillet,
You're gonna kill it.
Seafood is best when you poach
or grill it.
Zucchini! Chop-chop it teeny
on your lemon fettucine.
-Don't forget porcini!
-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-Oh yeah, and my sister's on board now.
-Really?
You know it.
She ditched her violin and bought a bass.
Dude, we've got ourselves a band!
-I guess we do!
-Go take that racket someplace else!
-You're scaring our kids.
-What a terrible age.
The grown-ups run you off the playground
but you've got nowhere else to go.
Scaring our kids! Scaring our kids!
Take that racket someplace else!
Cut out all that noise!
Oh you noisy boys!
Let's poison some kids!
-See ya.
-See ya, dude.
LIVING LARGE
-Hey guys.
-Hi.
What's up, Bobby!
You're all set.
I'll see you next month.
Stop that! Leave them alone.
Alright everybody, who's next?
-I'm home, Mom.
-Hiya, Benny.
Don't forget to feed Punky.
'Sup, Punky.
Hug time.
Ah, come on, dude. Just eat.
Looks tasty...
You're killing me.
Here.
Hungry-hungry-hungry for life.
Hungry-hungry-hungry for life.
Grinding, grinding,
Check me out, I'm winding,
Grind it to a halt, then add some salt,
Meat's gonna broil, but not without oil.
Yeah-yeah oil! Hey!
Toasting buns is easy, lettuce to savor,
Better make it cheesy, onions for flavor.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You placed it, you faced it,
You aced it, now taste it!
Ketchup and mayo,
And top it with the bun,
Plate it up and Hey-yo
Ben's meal is done!
Flowin to the beat, so much more than meat
My treat, my feat, let's eat!
This is what we've got so far.
Check this out...
-Simmer some millet, pork in the skillet
-Nice!
You're gonna kill it!
That's great, guys!
It rocks, right?
We need someone to play keys.
Whatever, man. We're gonna slay
at this year's Christmas show.
We'll fill you in tomorrow at rehearsal.
-Dude, my dad's calling. Gotta run!
-Peace.
Hey, what's up Dad.
Am I off mute? Hiya, son.
-Just working on a song with the band.
-Oh, that's nice.
-Do you want to hear it?
-Have you put on some weight, kid?
You know... maybe you should work out.
I do. When I'm cooking.
Simmer some African millet
Pork in the skillet!
-Hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-That's great.
Hi Ben, I'm Sophie.
-I've heard so much about you.
-That makes one of us.
I thought we could all take
a trip to see Grandma.
That way you and Sophie
can get acquainted.
Benny! Did you feed Punky?!
-Mom's calling. I gotta go.
-Did you weigh him?
-Bye.
-We'll see you soon.
-Who are you talking to?
-No one.
Aha, and how is no one doing?
He's got a new friend.
So I guess he's good.
Aha. Did he eat something?
-Who, Dad?
-No, Punky.
Eventually.
Oh... and her name's Sophie.
-Who?
-Dad's new friend.
Oh, aha.
-So what are we eating?
-Oh, you're gonna love it.
Wow, that looks amazing.
You know, without you, Benny,
I'd probably be eating worms.
-Mom?
-What's up?
Aren't you sad that Dad's found
someone else?
Maybe she'll make him happy.
-And are you happy?
-Yeah...
I'm happy here with you.
Let's eat up.
Delicious! Ben, you're a master.
Well here's to the two of us.
And to a good first day at school.
It's Cake-Off!
As you know, last time,
Mr. Josef baked his way to victory
with his shocking
Clash of the Marzipans.
Today, we'll see if his bakes
can turn all the rest to stone.
And what theme will Ms. Vera
be baking for us in round one?
Why, limes are from Mars,
lemons are from Venus!
That leaves Mr. Milan
with Addicted to Loaf.
Can't wait to see what happens!
So, aprons on!
Episode 258 of Cook-Off
is about to begin!
Mom?
Why is all of my underwear suddenly pink?
Sorry. Something red must have
slipped in with them.
Look at Jeff! Have you ever seen
such a good eater
Oh, I'm running late.
Feed Punky for me, okay?
Oh joy.
It's time, Punky.
Take it easy.
Mom, I'm taking the bike.
Nice work, Pipetka.
Late on the very first day.
I'm sorry I'm late, I couldn't help it.
A three-headed beast ate my homework.
Go take your seat.
You look like you're about to pass out.
Don't worry, ma'am, it's all good.
I'm sure I'll survive somehow.
So today is just the introductory class,
where I give you the lay of the land.
But from tomorrow, we follow the syllabus;
I hope you looked at it over the summer.
-Are you with me?
-What are you staring at?
-Yo.
-Hey.
These are not the girls we used to know.
Yeah, you know, evolution of the species.
-Welcome to hell.
-So just to be clear...
Seriously! It looks like the girls
went through a particle accelerator.
You summer break is over and it's time
to turn on your brains.
No more devices; the only network you will
be using in here is your neural network.
The nurse said to send in
the next two students.
Thank you, take your seat, Klara.
So who's up next? Pipetka and Poppler.
Come on. Let's go, dude.
What's going on with you today, Pipetka?
Or is this just puberty?
Get up, Ben.
What is it you're doing?
Just trying to find my lost childhood.
Well, just go on then.
You've got P.E. soon.
Dude! There've been some crazy changes.
-Did you see Klara?
-Yup.
It's called, hormones.
-A harmony of hormones.
-This is where our band's gonna slay.
-Alright if I sign us up?
-Totally, let's go for it, dude!
The girls are gonna scream for us.
You're next, Pipetka.
What does she do in there?
-She's pretty much a total weirdo.
- Benjamin Pipetka.
Take everything off, Benjamin.
-Pink, huh?
-No, something red fell into the washer.
Alright, let's get your height.
Looks like you're nearly 5 foot 5.
Now please step on the scale.
Oh my.
You weigh 180 pounds.
Please step off
Do you play sports?
P.E. three times a week.
Everything appears in order down there.
You can get dressed now.
Look, Ben, a normal, developing boy
gains about fifty seven pounds
between the ages of 12 and 17.
You gained twenty two pounds
in just one of those years.
-Is that too much?
-It's more than too much.
It's considered class two obesity.
A condition that can cause
serious health problems.
As you'll read here.
There are lots of good tips in there.
And please bring this home
for your parents.
What's that?
-Just a... pamphlet she gave me.
-Erik Poup!
Better keep an eye on your underwear.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
DIEHey look, it's Puffy!
And what do we have here?
To the parents of Benjamin,
after examining your son
I'd like to draw your attention
to a problem
that is taking on serious proportions.
Is she talking about your belly?
Give that back!
Stop.
What are you doing here, Pipetka?!
My class is starting.
Today we're exercising with the girls.
And, you're welcome
for the opportunity to... what?
Show off a bit!
Pipetka here was just caught hiding
in the school bathroom.
Let this be a lesson to you all:
Nobody escapes P.E.!
He's so strong!
Attention!
At ease.
Where are your shorts, Pipetka?
Go change now!
If you insist.
Am I seeing pink?!
Oh yeah. Don't you know...
I just started a new trend.
It's never too late to get in style.
-I can give you some tips.
-You won't be laughing long.
Yep, run you turtles!
I'll make athletes of you yet!
Move it!
This is how you drop pounds, Pipetka!
What's wrong? There's no walking here!
Let's go!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
We run, we run for fun!
That's it. Nice, people.
Move it, Pipetka!
-Started a new trend, you showed him.
-Maybe but, he's out to get me.
I can't believe we have to go
to school when it's this hot.
-Wanna go swimming?
-I wish but, uh, I've got bass practice.
But we can go, right Ben?
Hey Puffy!
We're going for a swim,
but Puffy here ain't going anywhere.
Otherwise nobody else would be able
to fit in the pool...
-No pool for you!
-Yeah, Puffy!
-Find your own pool!
-We'll see about that.
Puffy! When I say you're not going,
then you're not going, you got that?
-Especially not with our sister!
-Especially not with our sister!
-Mind your own business, idiots!
-Did you hear what I said?!
You should try brushing your teeth.
That breath can't be healthy.
If I see you at the pool,
you'll be worried about your health!
-Yeah, he's worried!
-Yeah!
Now, get lost!
You really showed him who's boss!
-Aren't brothers at this age great?
-This age?
You mean like the Paleolithic age?
I dunno about you,
but I'm gonna get my swimsuit.
Yo yo.
-Simmer some African millet.
-Millet!
Pork in the skillet,
You're gonna kill it.
Seafood is best when you poach
or grill it.
Zucchini! Chop-chop it teeny
on your lemon fettucine.
-Don't forget porcini!
-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-I'm hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-Oh yeah, and my sister's on board now.
-Really?
You know it.
She ditched her violin and bought a bass.
Dude, we've got ourselves a band!
-I guess we do!
-Go take that racket someplace else!
-You're scaring our kids.
-What a terrible age.
The grown-ups run you off the playground
but you've got nowhere else to go.
Scaring our kids! Scaring our kids!
Take that racket someplace else!
Cut out all that noise!
Oh you noisy boys!
Let's poison some kids!
-See ya.
-See ya, dude.
-Hey guys.
-Hi.
What's up, Bobby!
You're all set.
I'll see you next month.
Stop that! Leave them alone.
Alright everybody, who's next?
-I'm home, Mom.
-Hiya, Benny.
Don't forget to feed Punky.
'Sup, Punky.
Hug time.
Ah, come on, dude. Just eat.
Looks tasty...
You're killing me.
Here.
Hungry-hungry-hungry for life.
Hungry-hungry-hungry for life.
Grinding, grinding,
Check me out, I'm winding,
Grind it to a halt, then add some salt,
Meat's gonna broil, but not without oil.
Yeah-yeah oil! Hey!
Toasting buns is easy, lettuce to savor,
Better make it cheesy, onions for flavor.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You placed it, you faced it,
You aced it, now taste it!
Ketchup and mayo,
And top it with the bun,
Plate it up and Hey-yo
Ben's meal is done!
Flowin to the beat, so much more than meat
My treat, my feat, let's eat!
This is what we've got so far.
Check this out...
-Simmer some millet, pork in the skillet
-Nice!
You're gonna kill it!
That's great, guys!
It rocks, right?
We need someone to play keys.
Whatever, man. We're gonna slay
at this year's Christmas show.
We'll fill you in tomorrow at rehearsal.
-Dude, my dad's calling. Gotta run!
-Peace.
Hey, what's up Dad.
Am I off mute? Hiya, son.
-Just working on a song with the band.
-Oh, that's nice.
-Do you want to hear it?
-Have you put on some weight, kid?
You know... maybe you should work out.
I do. When I'm cooking.
Simmer some African millet
Pork in the skillet!
-Hungry-hungry-hungry for life!
-That's great.
Hi Ben, I'm Sophie.
-I've heard so much about you.
-That makes one of us.
I thought we could all take
a trip to see Grandma.
That way you and Sophie
can get acquainted.
Benny! Did you feed Punky?!
-Mom's calling. I gotta go.
-Did you weigh him?
-Bye.
-We'll see you soon.
-Who are you talking to?
-No one.
Aha, and how is no one doing?
He's got a new friend.
So I guess he's good.
Aha. Did he eat something?
-Who, Dad?
-No, Punky.
Eventually.
Oh... and her name's Sophie.
-Who?
-Dad's new friend.
Oh, aha.
-So what are we eating?
-Oh, you're gonna love it.
Wow, that looks amazing.
You know, without you, Benny,
I'd probably be eating worms.
-Mom?
-What's up?
Aren't you sad that Dad's found
someone else?
Maybe she'll make him happy.
-And are you happy?
-Yeah...
I'm happy here with you.
Let's eat up.
Delicious! Ben, you're a master.
Well here's to the two of us.
And to a good first day at school.
It's Cake-Off!
As you know, last time,
Mr. Josef baked his way to victory
with his shocking Clash of the Marzipans.
Today, we'll see if his bakes
can turn all the rest to stone.
And what theme will Ms. Vera
be baking for us in round one?
Why, limes are from Mars,
lemons are from Venus!
That leaves Mr. Milan
with Addicted to Loaf.
Can't wait to see what happens!
So, aprons on!
Episode 258 of Cook-Off is about to begin!
Mom?
Why is all of my underwear suddenly pink?
Sorry. Something red must have
slipped in with them.
Look at Jeff! Have you ever seen
such a good eater
Oh, I'm running late.
Feed Punky for me, okay?
Oh joy.
It's time, Punky.
Take it easy.
Mom, I'm taking the bike.
Nice work, Pipetka.
Late on the very first day.
I'm sorry I'm late, I couldn't help it.
A three-headed beast ate my homework.
Go take your seat.
You look like you're about to pass out.
Don't worry, ma'am, it's all good.
I'm sure I'll survive somehow.
So today is just the introductory class,
where I give you the lay of the land.
But from tomorrow, we follow the syllabus;
I hope you looked at it over the summer.
-Are you with me?
-What are you staring at?
-Yo.
-Hey.
These are not the girls we used to know.
Yeah, you know, evolution of the species.
-Welcome to hell.
-So just to be clear...
Seriously! It looks like the girls
went through a particle accelerator.
You summer break is over and it's time
to turn on your brains.
No more devices; the only network you will
be using in here is your neural network.
The nurse said to send in
the next two students.
Thank you, take your seat, Klara.
So who's up next? Pipetka and Poppler.
Come on. Let's go, dude.
What's going on with you today, Pipetka?
Or is this just puberty?
Get up, Ben.
What is it you're doing?
Just trying to find my lost childhood.
Well, just go on then.
You've got P.E. soon.
Dude! There've been some crazy changes.
-Did you see Klara?
-Yup.
It's called, hormones.
-A harmony of hormones.
-This is where our band's gonna slay.
-Alright if I sign us up?
-Totally, let's go for it, dude!
The girls are gonna scream for us.
You're next, Pipetka.
What does she do in there?
-She's pretty much a total weirdo.
-Benjamin Pipetka.
Take everything off, Benjamin.
-Pink, huh?
-No, something red fell into the washer.
Alright, let's get your height.
Looks like you're nearly 5 foot 5.
Now please step on the scale.
Oh my.
You weigh 180 pounds.
Please step off
Do you play sports?
P.E. three times a week.
Everything appears in order down there.
You can get dressed now.
Look, Ben, a normal, developing boy
gains about fifty seven pounds
between the ages of 12 and 17.
You gained twenty two pounds
in just one of those years.
-Is that too much?
-It's more than too much.
It's considered class two obesity.
A condition that can cause
serious health problems.
As you'll read here.
There are lots of good tips in there.
And please bring this home
for your parents.
What's that?
-Just a... pamphlet she gave me.
-Erik Poup!
Better keep an eye on your underwear.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
DIEHey look, it's Puffy!
And what do we have here?
To the parents of Benjamin,
after examining your son
I'd like to draw your attention
to a problem
that is taking on serious proportions.
Is she talking about your belly?
Give that back!
Stop.
What are you doing here, Pipetka?!
My class is starting.
Today we're exercising with the girls.
And, you're welcome
for the opportunity to... what?
Show off a bit!
Pipetka here was just caught hiding
in the school bathroom.
Let this be a lesson to you all:
Nobody escapes P.E.!
He's so strong!
Attention!
At ease.
Where are your shorts, Pipetka?
Go change now!
If you insist.
Am I seeing pink?!
Oh yeah. Don't you know...
I just started a new trend.
It's never too late to get in style.
-I can give you some tips.
-You won't be laughing long.
Yep, run you turtles!
I'll make athletes of you yet!
Move it!
This is how you drop pounds, Pipetka!
What's wrong? There's no walking here!
Let's go!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
We run, we run for fun!
That's it. Nice, people.
Move it, Pipetka!
-Started a new trend, you showed him.
-Maybe but, he's out to get me.
I can't believe we have to go
to school when it's this hot.
-Wanna go swimming?
-I wish but, uh, I've got bass practice.
But we can go, right Ben?
Hey Puffy!
We're going for a swim,
but Puffy here ain't going anywhere.
Otherwise nobody else would be able
to fit in the pool...
-No pool for you!
-Yeah, Puffy!
-Find your own pool!
-We'll see about that.
Puffy! When I say you're not going,
then you're not going, you got that?
-Especially not with our sister!
-Especially not with our sister!
-Mind your own business, idiots!
-Did you hear what I said?!
You should try brushing your teeth.
That breath can't be healthy.
If I see you at the pool,
you'll be worried about your health!
-Yeah, he's worried!
-Yeah!
Now, get lost!
You really showed him who's boss!
-Aren't brothers at this age great?
-This age?
You mean like the Paleolithic age?
I dunno about you,
but I'm gonna get my swimsuit.
Hey! You're next!
Hey, watch it...
The view's not bad, huh?
Yeah, not bad.
Hey guys, you going on the slide?
-You bet.
-Yeah, I'll be there in a second.
Come on, Ben.
That's my floatie duck!
Puffy showed.
-With his little duck, bro!
-How about I pluck him and grill him?
Didn't you read the sign, Puffy?
It says, "no hippos allowed!"
Did you get a head start?
-What's the hold up?
-I am.
We've got us a clog, dude.
Gotta plunge it!
I'm coming!
Almost there!
You okay? Coming out?
Check this out!
Max, come on! Cut it out.
That's not funny!
-Here, catch!
-This is stupid! Give it back!
Come on! Max, that's enough!
-No!
-It's your friend's fault!
Strip-tease! Strip-tease! Strip-tease!
You're pathetic!
-Come on! Can't you take a joke!
-Come on! Can't you take a joke!
Thanks.
I'll see you outside!
I had fun with you guys. See you.
See you.
See you.
You gotta face it, dude,
She's out of our league.
Hey, Puffy.
I warned you not to come
to the pool, right?
And you didn't listen.
Hey, Mom!
Do we have any paint thinner?
-What are you doing?
-I'm de-fleaing Punky.
ben! Yeesh, you scared me.
What'd you do to yourself?!
You and Erik still playing superheroes?
Aren't you a bit old for that?
-Will that be enough for you?
-Yeah...
Since Punky Monkey won't eat the worms,
we'll give him crickets.
So how'd school go? How's the gang?
Oh... the gang is super.
Class two obesity.
A condition that can cause
serious health problems.
No Hippos Allowed!
Strip-tease! Strip-tease! Strip-tease!
I'm feeling a bit off, Mom.
What?? Do you need to see a doctor?
Well, I saw the nurse today.
She said to give you this.
Benny!
You got paint on your school pants?
They're the only ones that fit me too.
Yeah! I think it's done.
This oughta work like a real foot.
Sick prosthetic.
-Uh, Dad...
-What is it, Ben?
Never mind.
So we'll go to Grandma's
for your winter break.
-Okay.
-What's wrong?
Have you ever tried to lose weight, Dad?
All my life, kid.
Every porker I know is on a diet.
Me too. I'm always trying.
-Mom, did you mind that dad was fat?
-No. I never minded that at all.
Then, why did you get divorced?
We just stopped getting along, Benny.
And as you can see, life goes on.
Dad's got his new friend or whatever...
and I have you, and this zoo!
Well maybe I shouldn't have been born.
What do you mean?
Dad had the fat gene...
you guys should have thought of that
before you had me.
Know what? Let's do something
special tomorrow. Hm?
And we'll get you some new pants.
Sound good?
I'm sure it'll be the best day
of my whole life.
Pump him! Pump him up!
-Make Puffy, puffier!
-More! More!
Keep pumping!
He's about to pop...
Hey, what about these?
Kinda sporty, aren't they?
-They'll do I guess.
-Anyone here?
-Uh, welcome, how can I help you?
-My son's looking for some pants.
Unfortunately, we just have these in...
standard sizes.
One moment.
Mom, can we go, I don't want pants.
Benny... calm down, she'll be right back.
I think these are more your size.
The human heart is the size of a fist
and is made out of muscle.
It's divided into two chambers
and two atria separated by valves.
The typical sound of a heart beating
is "lub dub".
When steam... pushes on... the lid...
The pot is under... so much pressure...
And you might ask,
Whose heart is inside?
Hey, let me see.
"When steam pushes on the lid,
the pot's under pressure."
Man, that's deep.
Hello?
Hang on. Wait up!
What the...?
I know you must be under pressure
When steam is pushing
on your lid.
Ba-ba-ba-da--
What to rhyme with pressure...
Alright! You guys rock.
-Ben, that's awesome!
-We're still missing keys.
Really? You know,
I've tickled some ivories...
Come on, Dad, we talked about this.
I mean, what would it look like if AC/DC
rocked out with their dads?
Well, the guys in ACDC
could be your grandpas and yet,
they still rock, don't they?
-But Dad, you're our sound guy!
-Yeah yeah, I know, I know.
But keys are a good idea.
"a problem that is taking on
serious proportions."
Hi Mom!
I don't know, Cyril.
-I've got to go, bye.
-Was that Dad on the phone?
I was telling him what the nurse said.
We're worried about you.
I get it.
Not bad.
Pipetka! Move your butt!
Run and jump!
Let's go!
Obstacles are there to be overcome!
Marcela!
-That was close.
-Pipetka...
What are you trying to pull
on us, Pipetka?!
What did I ever do to deserve
this lousy material?
Yeah, same.
Somebody clean up my track.
That's what I call service.
Dad built us a new speaker.
Let's rehearse.
-You coming?
-Going home.
But isn't your place that way.
Bye.
Come on, dude?
We've got a mission don't we??
He's in love.
It's the fat boy from the playground.
Hi again!
We don't call people fat.
Ben...
Wha...
Gross.
Hi.
Ben?
Ben?
Your Dad called and his um...
Uh, you mean, Sophie?
Yeah, well apparently she knows
some famous doctor.
A nutrition specialist.
I'm not going to some doctor for fatsos.
I can do it myself.
Okay. Here you go. Yum yum.
Hey, Ben!
Hey! You're next!
Hey, watch it...
The view's not bad, huh?
Yeah, not bad.
Hey guys, you going on the slide?
-You bet.
-Yeah, I'll be there in a second.
Come on, Ben.
That's my floatie duck!
Puffy showed.
-With his little duck, bro!
-How about I pluck him and grill him?
Didn't you read the sign, Puffy?
It says, "no hippos allowed!"
Did you get a head start?
-What's the hold up?
-I am.
We've got us a clog, dude.
Gotta plunge it!
I'm coming!
Almost there!
You okay? Coming out?
Check this out!
Max, come on! Cut it out.
That's not funny!
-Here, catch!
-This is stupid! Give it back!
Come on! Max, that's enough!
-No!
-It's your friend's fault!
Strip-tease! Strip-tease! Strip-tease!
You're pathetic!
-Come on! Can't you take a joke!
-Come on! Can't you take a joke!
Thanks.
I'll see you outside!
I had fun with you guys. See you.
See you.
See you.
You gotta face it, dude,
She's out of our league.
Hey, Puffy.
I warned you not to come
to the pool, right?
And you didn't listen.
Hey, Mom!
Do we have any paint thinner?
-What are you doing?
-I'm de-fleaing Punky.
ben! Yeesh, you scared me.
What'd you do to yourself?!
You and Erik still playing superheroes?
Aren't you a bit old for that?
-Will that be enough for you?
-Yeah...
Since Punky Monkey won't eat the worms,
we'll give him crickets.
So how'd school go? How's the gang?
Oh... the gang is super.
Class two obesity.
A condition that can cause
serious health problems.
No Hippos Allowed!
Strip-tease! Strip-tease! Strip-tease!
I'm feeling a bit off, Mom.
What?? Do you need to see a doctor?
Well, I saw the nurse today.
She said to give you this.
Benny!
You got paint on your school pants?
They're the only ones that fit me too.
Yeah! I think it's done.
This oughta work like a real foot.
Sick prosthetic.
-Uh, Dad...
-What is it, Ben?
Never mind.
So we'll go to Grandma's
for your winter break.
-Okay.
-What's wrong?
Have you ever tried to lose weight, Dad?
All my life, kid.
Every porker I know is on a diet.
Me too. I'm always trying.
-Mom, did you mind that dad was fat?
-No. I never minded that at all.
Then, why did you get divorced?
We just stopped getting along, Benny.
And as you can see, life goes on.
Dad's got his new friend or whatever...
and I have you, and this zoo!
Well maybe I shouldn't have been born.
What do you mean?
Dad had the fat gene...
you guys should have thought of that
before you had me.
Know what? Let's do something
special tomorrow. Hm?
And we'll get you some new pants.
Sound good?
I'm sure it'll be the best day
of my whole life.
Pump him! Pump him up!
-Make Puffy, puffier!
-More! More!
Keep pumping!
He's about to pop...
Hey, what about these?
Kinda sporty, aren't they?
-They'll do I guess.
-Anyone here?
-Uh, welcome, how can I help you?
-My son's looking for some pants.
Unfortunately, we just have these in...
standard sizes.
One moment.
Mom, can we go, I don't want pants.
Benny... calm down, she'll be right back.
I think these are more your size.
The human heart is the size of a fist
and is made out of muscle.
It's divided into two chambers
and two atria separated by valves.
The typical sound of a heart beating
is "lub dub".
When steam... pushes on... the lid...
The pot is under... so much pressure...
And you might ask,
Whose heart is inside?
Hey, let me see.
"When steam pushes on the lid,
the pot's under pressure."
Man, that's deep.
Hello?
Hang on. Wait up!
What the...?
I know you must be under pressure
When steam is pushing
on your lid.
Ba-ba-ba-da...
What to rhyme with pressure...
Alright! You guys rock.
-Ben, that's awesome!
-We're still missing keys.
Really? You know,
I've tickled some ivories...
Come on, Dad, we talked about this.
I mean, what would it look like if AC/DC
rocked out with their dads?
Well, the guys in ACDC
could be your grandpas and yet,
they still rock, don't they?
-But Dad, you're our sound guy!
-Yeah yeah, I know, I know.
But keys are a good idea.
"a problem that is taking on
serious proportions."
Hi Mom!
I don't know, Cyril.
-I've got to go, bye.
-Was that Dad on the phone?
I was telling him what the nurse said.
We're worried about you.
I get it.
Not bad.
Pipetka! Move your butt!
Run and jump!
Let's go!
Obstacles are there to be overcome!
Marcela!
-That was close.
-Pipetka...
What are you trying to pull
on us, Pipetka?!
What did I ever do to deserve
this lousy material?
Yeah, same.
Somebody clean up my track.
That's what I call service.
Dad built us a new speaker.
Let's rehearse.
-You coming?
-Going home.
But isn't your place that way.
Bye.
Come on, dude?
We've got a mission don't we??
He's in love.
It's the fat boy from the playground.
Hi again!
We don't call people fat.
Ben...
Wha...
Gross.
Hi.
Ben?
Ben?
Your Dad called and his um...
Uh, you mean, Sophie?
Yeah, well apparently she knows
some famous doctor.
A nutrition specialist.
I'm not going to some doctor for fatsos.
I can do it myself.
Okay. Here you go. Yum yum.
Hey, Ben!
I'm waiting...
The gallbladder?
Or the appendix? Or the colon?
Whoever's making those weird noises,
it's not as funny as you think...
It's coming from Pipetka!
-I can't help it.
-Go make noise in the hallway, Pipetka.
-And spare us.
-That's not fair. He can't help it.
-Hey, please don't.
-It's his diet.
Well, that fits right into our subject!
I can explain what's going on
in Pipetka's digestive tract...
Maybe next time.
And hang in there, Pipetka!
Benjamin has committed himself
to a very challenging task
and we're going to do what?
We're gonna cheer him on!
Sorry.
Ham again? Ugh, look at all that ham!
I'm totally stuffed.
Anybody want a free hashbrown?
Ooh, crispies, my favorite!
CHOCO
-Are you really on a diet?
-Yeah.
I could never do that.
How could I live without sweets?
I love cake more than anything!
Are you coming?
But you got this.
Hi Mom, maybe I could go see
that nutrition specialist.
Hi.
Dr. Dubsky is the real deal, alright?
He's helped thousands of people.
Sophie really appreciates
that you took her suggestion.
And I appreciate that you didn't
bring her along.
And I appreciate that you two
aren't arguing.
Third floor. Going down.
Pardon us. Sorry.
Doctor?
Mr. Pipetka is here.
Dr. Dubsky is ready to see you now.
The thing is, Ben,
the issue isn't in the stomach,
it's right here.
Once you change your way of thinking,
that's when you'll see a real difference.
The most important thing is motivation.
Tell me, Ben, have you figured out
why you want to do this?
Is it for you?
Or for your parents...?
But you got this.
-Uh, yeah.
-Brilliant. We'll figure this out.
We'll start off
with a light reduction diet.
Here's a detailed menu for you
to follow in the beginning.
And now we'll start
the supportive therapy.
It's crucial. So relax
and just give yourself over to it.
Step up and see the fattest bug
in all the world.
You'll notice the Latin binomial
reads... What, Max?
Bennus Gigantus.
Keep at it.
Oh, hi! How'd it go?
Sophie!
Sophie couldn't wait to see how it went.
Sophie. It's so nice to meet you.
Uh huh. Ms. Pipetka.
-So, how was it?
-Good, right?
I feel like a plucked porcupine.
I brought these for you. Every morning,
your mom will make your food for the day
to follow Dr. Dubsky's menu.
The pounds will just fly right off.
-Hi.
-Hi, Benny.
How long has he had it?
He's had these ghastly hiccups
for half an hour.
Right, Bobby?
-What did he eat?
-A tiny bit of chocolate roulade
with whipped cream and some Cognac foam.
And he just licked it. Really.
But I knew right away
that he wasn't himself
Bobby has colic.
-Not colic?!
-Oh, it's colic.
How many times have I told you
that dogs can't have sweets?
I know... but he always gives me
that sad little look.
He'll be okay. It's just a full belly.
I'll give him some pills.
Uh, Benny, warm up a towel
so we can wrap him up.
It'll be fine, Anya, you'll see.
There you go, Bobby. That's it.
You really have the touch.
Oh, these are for you, Benny.
I stayed up late making all your favorites
No, no, no. Thank you very much,
but Ben can't accept those.
Does he have colic, too?
Bobby... Bob-a-licious...
My poor little baby.
-Are you eating a pizza?!
-I made it for you, Mom.
The most important thing is motivation.
And really try to keep sweets
and processed foods out of reach.
Are you really on a diet?
I could never do that.
How could I live without sweets?
I think I love cake more than anything!
But you got this.
I'm the one who deals with this
everyday, not Cyril.
And now she gets to have a say
in this too?
I know, Miri...
but I'm sure she's just trying to help.
I even told him how much I appreciated
that he didn't bring
his new beauty along with us.
And as soon as I turn around,
there she is!
Like she's Mother Teresa
just because she brought
some plastic ware!
Right?!
But I forgot, if you're newer and shinier,
then you're the one that counts.
Oh, Benny! Are you hun...
thirsty?
Hey mom,
can you try to stop treating me like I'm
sick?
-Take care, Anya.
-Night night.
Wakey wakey!
What are you making?
The first principle of proper nutrition,
according to Dr. Dubsky, is regularity.
Bon appetit.
Man, look at Punky.
Seems like our Punky's
a big fan of those crickets.
Have a great day!
Our song is gonna slap so hard.
But you gotta finish the lyrics.
What are you eating?
Not beef stew, I'm guessing.
I brought my own.
That looks like an experiment.
He has to eat healthy, okay?
It's his doctor's orders.
Are you trying to say my food
isn't healthy enough?!
-We think diets are sus.
-Yeah, we're just poor, starving kids.
-We never get enough grub at home.
-Yeah, I'll take all of Ben's food!
-Sorry.
-Dude, if you think this is hard for me,
tomorrow I go to my Grandma's.
It's basically an all-you-can-eat buffet.
So, you're slimming down, huh Puffy?
-Don't you want some...
-Don't you want some...
-Just ignore them.
-Buzz off you buzzards.
Well, we're skinny, and you're not.
Or, didn't you know that?
-He didn't know.
-Hey, Puffy... wanna finish this?
You really think that's funny?
Yeah, that's not cool man.
This is pretty funny!
-Hey, he's scared!
-Hey, he's scared!
You do not stick your...
disgusting fingers
in my tasteless lentils!
Didn't see that coming.
-Ooh sick!
-Ooh sick!
Looks like your boss has something
in his hair.
I'll put you on a diet!
You'll never be able to eat again!
-Yeah, get him!
-Yeah, Max!
-Tasty spaghetti!
-Yeah, eat it!
-Get off of him!
-Leave him alone!
-Let go of him!
-You get back!
-I said, get off of him!
-This will take some weight off!
Enough! You think I cook all that grub
for you to bathe in it?!
Little piglets.
Hey, Max...
Don't you think it's weird that the people
who make fun of me for being fat
are laughing even louder
now that I'm trying to slim down.
It's cuz they're scared, Dude,
of someone laughing at them.
What is that?
A cookie?
My mom's gonna ground me for life.
I ruined my new pants.
Not that they were the height
of fashion before,
but now they're more grease
than they are pants.
I'm one big grease stain
on the face of humanity.
Forget about the pants.
You're in a band.
And we've got a mission, Dude!
-Stop hounding me.
-You need to finish it!
I'm trying, but none of it
makes any sense.
It all sounds something like:
I'm hungry. I'm hungry.
I wish I could eat a house.
Dude, um, that's actually good.
It's sounds hell a punk.
Just finish it, okay?
-See you.
-Bye!
Hi.
No, Butch! Butch, come!
-Don't lick that boy.
-Hey there, Butch.
You're gonna get sick again!
Come back here!
-Heel... good Butch.
-Well, bye.
Et tu, Brute?
No way. Holy crap! I lost four pounds!
Four pounds down!
Thinnest man in town!
4 Pounds!
Four pounds down!
In skinny town!
What?
Punky... you eat vegetables?
Mommy! Wait til you hear this!
Actually two things:
Punky's a vegetar--
-Why is the floor all wet?
-I just took a shower.
And what's this on your sweater?
Beef stew, I think.
Oh yeah, and some spaghetti.
-But what about your diet?
-Oh no,
that wasn't my lunch,
it belonged to that idiot, Max.
Uh huh
And I suppose that's the same idiot Max
whose mother just barged into
my place of work
to complain that you attacked her son
and broke his glasses,
which I have to pay for.
-He messed up my lunch.
-And that justifies a fight?
No, but I've been told that hunger
increases aggression!
-You will apologize to that idiot.
-I'm not apologizing to anyone.
And by the way,
Punky doesn't have mental anorexia,
he's a vegan. Nice work, Mom.
Great diagnosing!
When I get home from work,
this mess had better be cleaned up!
Oh hey, Ben. I didn't know
you could fight like that.
You were really brave.
If you need me to vouch for you,
I'll tell them you were provoked.
And hey, that song you're working on
with Sonia and Erik is great.
I can't wait to hear it when you're done.
Grandma, can I make that cake on my own?
That pavlova thing? Yeah, the kiss cake.
It's not too hard?
Just keep whipping...
You know, I think I can do this!
Oh, thank you, Grandma!
I'm waiting...
The gallbladder?
Or the appendix? Or the colon?
Whoever's making those weird noises,
it's not as funny as you think...
It's coming from Pipetka!
-I can't help it.
-Go make noise in the hallway, Pipetka.
-And spare us.
-That's not fair. He can't help it.
-Hey, please don't.
-It's his diet.
Well, that fits right into our subject!
I can explain what's going on
in Pipetka's digestive tract...
Maybe next time.
And hang in there, Pipetka!
Benjamin has committed himself
to a very challenging task
and we're going to do what?
We're gonna cheer him on!
Sorry.
Ham again? Ugh, look at all that ham!
I'm totally stuffed.
Anybody want a free hashbrown?
Ooh, crispies, my favorite!
CHOCO
-Are you really on a diet?
-Yeah.
I could never do that.
How could I live without sweets?
I love cake more than anything!
Are you coming?
But you got this.
Hi Mom, maybe I could go see
that nutrition specialist.
Hi.
Dr. Dubsky is the real deal, alright?
He's helped thousands of people.
Sophie really appreciates
that you took her suggestion.
And I appreciate that you didn't
bring her along.
And I appreciate that you two
aren't arguing.
Third floor. Going down.
Pardon us. Sorry.
Doctor?
Mr. Pipetka is here.
Dr. Dubsky is ready to see you now.
The thing is, Ben,
the issue isn't in the stomach,
it's right here.
Once you change your way of thinking,
that's when you'll see a real difference.
The most important thing is motivation.
Tell me, Ben, have you figured out
why you want to do this?
Is it for you?
Or for your parents...?
But you got this.
-Uh, yeah.
-Brilliant. We'll figure this out.
We'll start off
with a light reduction diet.
Here's a detailed menu for you
to follow in the beginning.
And now we'll start
the supportive therapy.
It's crucial. So relax
and just give yourself over to it.
Step up and see the fattest bug
in all the world.
You'll notice the Latin binomial
reads... What, Max?
Bennus Gigantus.
Keep at it.
Oh, hi! How'd it go?
Sophie!
Sophie couldn't wait to see how it went.
Sophie. It's so nice to meet you.
Uh huh. Ms. Pipetka.
-So, how was it?
-Good, right?
I feel like a plucked porcupine.
I brought these for you. Every morning,
your mom will make your food for the day
to follow Dr. Dubsky's menu.
The pounds will just fly right off.
-Hi.
-Hi, Benny.
How long has he had it?
He's had these ghastly hiccups
for half an hour.
Right, Bobby?
-What did he eat?
-A tiny bit of chocolate roulade
with whipped cream and some Cognac foam.
And he just licked it. Really.
But I knew right away
that he wasn't himself
Bobby has colic.
-Not colic?!
-Oh, it's colic.
How many times have I told you
that dogs can't have sweets?
I know... but he always gives me
that sad little look.
He'll be okay. It's just a full belly.
I'll give him some pills.
Uh, Benny, warm up a towel
so we can wrap him up.
It'll be fine, Anya, you'll see.
There you go, Bobby. That's it.
You really have the touch.
Oh, these are for you, Benny.
I stayed up late making all your favorites
No, no, no. Thank you very much,
but Ben can't accept those.
Does he have colic, too?
Bobby... Bob-a-licious...
My poor little baby.
-Are you eating a pizza?!
-I made it for you, Mom.
The most important thing is motivation.
And really try to keep sweets
and processed foods out of reach.
Are you really on a diet?
I could never do that.
How could I live without sweets?
I think I love cake more than anything!
But you got this.
I'm the one who deals with this
everyday, not Cyril.
And now she gets to have a say
in this too?
I know, Miri...
but I'm sure she's just trying to help.
I even told him how much I appreciated
that he didn't bring
his new beauty along with us.
And as soon as I turn around,
there she is!
Like she's Mother Teresa
just because she brought
some plastic ware!
Right?!
But I forgot, if you're newer and shinier,
then you're the one that counts.
Oh, Benny! Are you hun...
thirsty?
Hey mom,
can you try to stop treating me like I'm
sick?
-Take care, Anya.
-Night night.
Wakey wakey!
What are you making?
The first principle of proper nutrition,
according to Dr. Dubsky, is regularity.
Bon appetit.
Man, look at Punky.
Seems like our Punky's
a big fan of those crickets.
Have a great day!
Our song is gonna slap so hard.
But you gotta finish the lyrics.
What are you eating?
Not beef stew, I'm guessing.
I brought my own.
That looks like an experiment.
He has to eat healthy, okay?
It's his doctor's orders.
Are you trying to say my food
isn't healthy enough?!
-We think diets are sus.
-Yeah, we're just poor, starving kids.
-We never get enough grub at home.
-Yeah, I'll take all of Ben's food!
-Sorry.
-Dude, if you think this is hard for me,
tomorrow I go to my Grandma's.
It's basically an all-you-can-eat buffet.
So, you're slimming down, huh Puffy?
-Don't you want some...
-Don't you want some...
-Just ignore them.
-Buzz off you buzzards.
Well, we're skinny, and you're not.
Or, didn't you know that?
-He didn't know.
-Hey, Puffy... wanna finish this?
You really think that's funny?
Yeah, that's not cool man.
This is pretty funny!
-Hey, he's scared!
-Hey, he's scared!
You do not stick your...
disgusting fingers
in my tasteless lentils!
Didn't see that coming.
-Ooh sick!
-Ooh sick!
Looks like your boss has something
in his hair.
I'll put you on a diet!
You'll never be able to eat again!
-Yeah, get him!
-Yeah, Max!
-Tasty spaghetti!
-Yeah, eat it!
-Get off of him!
-Leave him alone!
-Let go of him!
-You get back!
-I said, get off of him!
-This will take some weight off!
Enough! You think I cook all that grub
for you to bathe in it?!
Little piglets.
Hey, Max...
Don't you think it's weird that the people
who make fun of me for being fat
are laughing even louder
now that I'm trying to slim down.
It's cuz they're scared, Dude,
of someone laughing at them.
What is that?
A cookie?
My mom's gonna ground me for life.
I ruined my new pants.
Not that they were the height
of fashion before,
but now they're more grease
than they are pants.
I'm one big grease stain
on the face of humanity.
Forget about the pants.
You're in a band.
And we've got a mission, Dude!
-Stop hounding me.
-You need to finish it!
I'm trying, but none of it
makes any sense.
It all sounds something like:
I'm hungry. I'm hungry.
I wish I could eat a house.
Dude, um, that's actually good.
It's sounds hell a punk.
Just finish it, okay?
-See you.
-Bye!
Hi.
No, Butch! Butch, come!
-Don't lick that boy.
-Hey there, Butch.
You're gonna get sick again!
Come back here!
-Heel... good Butch.
-Well, bye.
Et tu, Brute?
No way. Holy crap! I lost four pounds!
Four pounds down!
Thinnest man in town!
4 Pounds!
Four pounds down!
In skinny town!
What?
Punky... you eat vegetables?
Mommy! Wait til you hear this!
Actually two things:
Punky's a vegetar...
-Why is the floor all wet?
-I just took a shower.
And what's this on your sweater?
Beef stew, I think.
Oh yeah, and some spaghetti.
-But what about your diet?
-Oh no,
that wasn't my lunch,
it belonged to that idiot, Max.
Uh huh
And I suppose that's the same idiot Max
whose mother just barged into
my place of work
to complain that you attacked her son
and broke his glasses,
which I have to pay for.
-He messed up my lunch.
-And that justifies a fight?
No, but I've been told that hunger
increases aggression!
-You will apologize to that idiot.
-I'm not apologizing to anyone.
And by the way,
Punky doesn't have mental anorexia,
he's a vegan. Nice work, Mom.
Great diagnosing!
When I get home from work,
this mess had better be cleaned up!
Oh hey, Ben. I didn't know
you could fight like that.
You were really brave.
If you need me to vouch for you,
I'll tell them you were provoked.
And hey, that song you're working on
with Sonia and Erik is great.
I can't wait to hear it when you're done.
Grandma, can I make that cake on my own?
That pavlova thing? Yeah, the kiss cake.
It's not too hard?
Just keep whipping...
You know, I think I can do this!
Oh, thank you, Grandma!
Just follow Grandma's recipe...
Just follow Grandma's recipe...
And you'll find out how good
a cake can be
I'm creating!
Decorating!
Until I'm plating
Klara's kiss...
Klara's kiss...
-Who is it?
-Uh, I've got a delivery here.
It's a package for Klara Laboutkov.
-Really? I'll be right down.
-Klara's kiss...
Klara's kiss!
What'd ya get, sis?
-Give it back.
-Oh no.
-Ooh, fancy!
-Seriously...?
-Open it. I wanna see!
-That is my package!
-Whoa, check it out!
-Hey!
-Who's it from?
-It's from your lover, right?!
-Yeah, what's it to you?
-Ah, come on, who's it from, Sis...?
-Yeah, what's it to you?
-Ah, come on, who's it from, Sis...?
-Just tell us who your boyfriend is!
-Just tell us who your boyfriend is!
Give it back!
-Look what you did! Go ahead and eat it.
-Stop whining, it tastes the same!
-Come on, Klara!
-I hope you choke!
Oh man, nooooooo!
Hey Klara... no, uh...
Dear Klara, that cake was from me.
I'm really sorry about what happened.
I was trying to surprise you.
But don't worry, I'll just bake you
a new one after the break.
Get up, Benny. You don't want
to keep them waiting.
It's almost noon.
Hey, Ben. Thank you for the cake.
I'm sorry about what happened too.
My brothers really are the worst.
I hope you have a good break.
Hey, put down that phone and pack.
You need to get out of here.
I have no desire to chit-chat with Dad
and that blondie of his.
You have fun, huh?
-And say hi to your Grandma, hm?
-Bye, Mom.
-Hey Kid! Just look at you!
-Hi, Ben.
-Look who's slimming down!
-You are!
Yeah... you look great, Ben.
-What on earth do you have in here?!
-All my diet stuff.
I think the place I feel most at home
is the kitchen.
My Grandma taught me to cook.
And since you love cakes,
I wanted to bake for you.
I guess I kind of love you.
You're the reason I'm able
to get through this crazy diet.
How about the girls? Have they noticed
how thin you are?
Benny?
-Hi, Mom!
-Grandma!
My little Biscuit!
Did your pavlova turn out?
Oh yeah, Grandma.
Literally crushed it.
-You've always been a natural!
-Oh, hi, I'm--
Sophie, right?
It's so lovely to meet you.
Let's go inside.
Oh my Biscuit's here!
You must be starving after the trip.
-You'll help me, right?
-Of course.
Season up the meat, chop the cabbage,
roll out the strudel dough,
whip the cream...
We've got to put all your skills to work,
don't we?
Look how much they've risen!
What do you think?
Perfect, grandma.
Hey Ben. We've gotta rehearse.
Don't flake out on us, okay?
Want to test it out for me?
Make sure it's not too dry?
-I can't, I'm sorry.
-What do you mean, you can't?
Why don't you hang outside
instead of tormenting yourself?
I'm a car no-chist:
You know, a masochist...
who tortures himself with meat?
What's going on, Ben? You haven't had
a single bite since you arrived.
-Ben's on a diet.
-A diet?
What do you mean, a diet?
You're not eating?
-I eat, Grandma.
-Come on, let's go fishing.
Okay.
Fresh air'll be good.
The ladies can take it from here.
Why are you messing
with my Grandson's head?
I just knew something was off with him.
Hey, Dad, can I ask you something?
Anything you want, any time you want,
okay, kid?
-How was it with you and girls?
-Oh, that, huh?
Yeah, that was pretty miserable,
if I'm honest.
They didn't know I was alive.
-But Sophie does.
-Well, Sophie's a different story.
I hear those pounds falling off.
I guess they are, but it still sucks.
Your girl's gonna notice, you'll see.
It's pretty small.
Maybe put it back?
Good call.
You call that a meal?
What is he, a rabbit?
He's a growing boy. Listen you,
you're not going to ruin your vacation
with this diet.
How about... some of my food...
with butter and salt?
Grandma, it's not so bad
when you have motivation.
Mom, let it go.
You've still got one fatty to feed.
You're talking about my son,
I'll have you know.
You're just as handsome as your Dad,
who loved to eat.
Just look at him, he lived a great life.
Which could have been longer
if he didn't have a heart attack.
Are you implying that was my fault?
That I'm the one to blame...?
Mom, can't you see, the boy's trying
not to end up like me.
And I support that.
I'll be right back. It's kinda major.
Hey, Ben. I'm glad your diet's going
so well.
That must be so hard,
and I think you're amazingly brave,
but um...
I'm so sorry, but I...
don't feel the same way about you.
But I hope you know that I really care
about you, and I...
I just hope that we can still be
good friends.
Hang in there! Bye.
Butter, sugar, oil.
Butter, sugar, oil.
Butter, sugar, oil.
Butter, sugar, oil.
Benjamin Pipetka,
Do you take this bride
from this day forward
to love and to cherish
till death do you part?
Butter, sugar, oil.
Butter, sugar, oil.
-Butter, sugar...
-Butter, sugar...
Butter, sugar, sugar.
Cook me up and eat...
Benny?
Oh no...
Benny! Come out, kid!
Where do you think he went?
Ben! Where are you? Where is that boy?
He probably fainted from hunger.
Benny!
Hey, Benny! This isn't funny, kid.
He's not outside,
I looked around the pond.
Well, this is what you get
when you feed him like a rabbit.
Do you hear that sound?
Benny...?
-What did I tell you,
this poor child is starving to death!
It's that diet!
I feel sick.
Take me home.
Thanks.
Hey, Ben. Sonia played me your song.
Have you finished it yet?
I'd love to know why a virtuoso cares
about a stupid rock song.
Are you mad at me?
Watch out, Klara, or he'll eat you!
-Yeah, Puffy'll eat anything.
-Even sisters...
How desperate are you
that you have to flirt with this loser?
-Aren't you worried about your kids?
-Stop it! Give it to me!
-Unless you want them to look like hippos.
-Give it back.
Max...
Can't you guys school your sister
on who she should date.
-Wait a minute, Dude.
-Leave her alone.
-I will if I want.
-Don't talk to our sister like that, Dude.
Yeah, you better watch it, Max.
Uh, seriously...? Where are you going?
Guys, stop messing around,
I have to pee right now.
-Too bad, out of order!
-Too bad, out of order!
-I really need to go!
-Then go.
Heads up, douche bag.
Come on! Stop it!
What's going on here?!
Coach, you gotta help me!
Pipetka's trying to kill me
-for no reason at all!
-Pipetka!
You'd better start talking.
-He tried to bash my head in with a ball.
-Did he now?
Who started it?
-That would be Max.
-Shut up, Fool.
Pipetka was trying to knock my teeth out.
-So, you're a bully.
-Where'd you learn that behavior, huh?
-In all of your P.E. classes, sir.
How dare you say that to me, you turkey?!
Don't you know who I am?!
The guy who humiliates me every day.
I'll show you humiliation!
Oh hell no, I call foul!
What in the world were you thinking?
Is this professional?
I'm sorry, Marcela.
I just got carried away.
Don't apologize to me,
you apologize to Pipetka.
Pipetka?
Pipetka!
-Benjamin! Come back!
-Benny?
Benny?
Aren't you going to school today?
I just want to sleep.
Are you mad at me?
Watch out, Klara, or he'll eat you!
Puffy eats whatever he sees.
Aren't you worried about your kids?
Puffy! Puffy!
Can't you guys school your sister
on who she should date.
You got that, Puffy?
-Fatty.
-He barely leaves the house
And you'll find out how good a cake can be
I'm creating!
Decorating!
Until I'm plating
Klara's kiss...
Klara's kiss...
-Who is it?
-Uh, I've got a delivery here.
It's a package for Klara Laboutkov.
-Really? I'll be right down.
-Klara's kiss...
Klara's kiss!
What'd ya get, sis?
-Give it back.
-Oh no.
-Ooh, fancy!
-Seriously...?
-Open it. I wanna see!
-That is my package!
-Whoa, check it out!
-Hey!
-Who's it from?
-It's from your lover, right?!
-Yeah, what's it to you?
-Ah, come on, who's it from, Sis...?
-Just tell us who your boyfriend is!
-Just tell us who your boyfriend is!
Give it back!
-Look what you did! Go ahead and eat it.
-Stop whining, it tastes the same!
-Come on, Klara!
-I hope you choke!
Oh man, nooooooo!
Hey Klara... no, uh...
Dear Klara, that cake was from me.
I'm really sorry about what happened.
I was trying to surprise you.
But don't worry, I'll just bake you
a new one after the break.
Get up, Benny. You don't want
to keep them waiting.
It's almost noon.
Hey, Ben. Thank you for the cake.
I'm sorry about what happened too.
My brothers really are the worst.
I hope you have a good break.
Hey, put down that phone and pack.
You need to get out of here.
I have no desire to chit-chat with Dad
and that blondie of his.
You have fun, huh?
-And say hi to your Grandma, hm?
-Bye, Mom.
-Hey Kid! Just look at you!
-Hi, Ben.
-Look who's slimming down!
-You are!
Yeah... you look great, Ben.
-What on earth do you have in here?!
-All my diet stuff.
I think the place I feel most at home
is the kitchen.
My Grandma taught me to cook.
And since you love cakes,
I wanted to bake for you.
I guess I kind of love you.
You're the reason I'm able
to get through this crazy diet.
How about the girls? Have they noticed
how thin you are?
Benny?
-Hi, Mom!
-Grandma!
My little Biscuit!
Did your pavlova turn out?
Oh yeah, Grandma.
Literally crushed it.
-You've always been a natural!
-Oh, hi, I'm...
Sophie, right?
It's so lovely to meet you.
Let's go inside.
Oh my Biscuit's here!
You must be starving after the trip.
-You'll help me, right?
-Of course.
Season up the meat, chop the cabbage,
roll out the strudel dough,
whip the cream...
We've got to put all your skills to work,
don't we?
Look how much they've risen!
What do you think?
Perfect, grandma.
Hey Ben. We've gotta rehearse.
Don't flake out on us, okay?
Want to test it out for me?
Make sure it's not too dry?
-I can't, I'm sorry.
-What do you mean, you can't?
Why don't you hang outside
instead of tormenting yourself?
I'm a car no-chist:
You know, a masochist...
who tortures himself with meat?
What's going on, Ben? You haven't had
a single bite since you arrived.
-Ben's on a diet.
-A diet?
What do you mean, a diet?
You're not eating?
-I eat, Grandma.
-Come on, let's go fishing.
Okay.
Fresh air'll be good.
The ladies can take it from here.
Why are you messing
with my Grandson's head?
I just knew something was off with him.
Hey, Dad, can I ask you something?
Anything you want, any time you want,
okay, kid?
-How was it with you and girls?
-Oh, that, huh?
Yeah, that was pretty miserable,
if I'm honest.
They didn't know I was alive.
-But Sophie does.
-Well, Sophie's a different story.
I hear those pounds falling off.
I guess they are, but it still sucks.
Your girl's gonna notice, you'll see.
It's pretty small.
Maybe put it back?
Good call.
You call that a meal?
What is he, a rabbit?
He's a growing boy. Listen you,
you're not going to ruin your vacation
with this diet.
How about... some of my food...
with butter and salt?
Grandma, it's not so bad
when you have motivation.
Mom, let it go.
You've still got one fatty to feed.
You're talking about my son,
I'll have you know.
You're just as handsome as your Dad,
who loved to eat.
Just look at him, he lived a great life.
Which could have been longer
if he didn't have a heart attack.
Are you implying that was my fault?
That I'm the one to blame...?
Mom, can't you see, the boy's trying
not to end up like me.
And I support that.
I'll be right back. It's kinda major.
Hey, Ben. I'm glad your diet's going
so well.
That must be so hard,
and I think you're amazingly brave,
but um...
I'm so sorry, but I...
don't feel the same way about you.
But I hope you know that I really care
about you, and I...
I just hope that we can still be
good friends.
Hang in there! Bye.
Butter, sugar, oil.
Butter, sugar, oil.
Butter, sugar, oil.
Butter, sugar, oil.
Benjamin Pipetka,
Do you take this bride
from this day forward
to love and to cherish
till death do you part?
Butter, sugar, oil.
Butter, sugar, oil.
-Butter, sugar...
-Butter, sugar...
Butter, sugar, sugar.
Cook me up and eat...
Benny?
Oh no...
Benny! Come out, kid!
Where do you think he went?
Ben! Where are you? Where is that boy?
He probably fainted from hunger.
Benny!
Hey, Benny! This isn't funny, kid.
He's not outside,
I looked around the pond.
Well, this is what you get
when you feed him like a rabbit.
Do you hear that sound?
Benny...?
-What did I tell you,
this poor child is starving to death!
It's that diet!
I feel sick.
Take me home.
Thanks.
Hey, Ben. Sonia played me your song.
Have you finished it yet?
I'd love to know why a virtuoso cares
about a stupid rock song.
Are you mad at me?
Watch out, Klara, or he'll eat you!
-Yeah, Puffy'll eat anything.
-Even sisters...
How desperate are you
that you have to flirt with this loser?
-Aren't you worried about your kids?
-Stop it! Give it to me!
-Unless you want them to look like hippos.
-Give it back.
Max...
Can't you guys school your sister
on who she should date.
-Wait a minute, Dude.
-Leave her alone.
-I will if I want.
-Don't talk to our sister like that, Dude.
Yeah, you better watch it, Max.
Uh, seriously...? Where are you going?
Guys, stop messing around,
I have to pee right now.
-Too bad, out of order!
-Too bad, out of order!
-I really need to go!
-Then go.
Heads up, douche bag.
Come on! Stop it!
What's going on here?!
Coach, you gotta help me!
Pipetka's trying to kill me
-for no reason at all!
-Pipetka!
You'd better start talking.
-He tried to bash my head in with a ball.
-Did he now?
Who started it?
-That would be Max.
-Shut up, Fool.
Pipetka was trying to knock my teeth out.
-So, you're a bully.
-Where'd you learn that behavior, huh?
-In all of your P.E. classes, sir.
How dare you say that to me, you turkey?!
Don't you know who I am?!
The guy who humiliates me every day.
I'll show you humiliation!
Oh hell no, I call foul!
What in the world were you thinking?
Is this professional?
I'm sorry, Marcela.
I just got carried away.
Don't apologize to me,
you apologize to Pipetka.
Pipetka?
Pipetka!
-Benjamin! Come back!
-Benny?
Benny?
Aren't you going to school today?
I just want to sleep.
Are you mad at me?
Watch out, Klara, or he'll eat you!
Puffy eats whatever he sees.
Aren't you worried about your kids?
Puffy! Puffy!
Can't you guys school your sister
on who she should date.
You got that, Puffy?
-Fatty.
-He barely leaves the house
he refuses to go to school,
and he won't talk to me.
He not even eating, Cyril.
This is not our Ben!
-Where is he?
-What's going on with Ben?
I've no idea. He snapped, I guess.
But I do know that without him,
this band is busted.
But you can't ever give up
on the band, man!
Not when you're so close to the show!
Hey...
my schedule's free.
-Dad...
-Dad...
Well, you can't just give up.
-Catch him, eat him, spit him out!
-Catch him, eat him, spit him out!
Pipetka!
I'm gonna fry you up!
Come here!
-We've got you!
-Come here!
-Obese!
-Puffy's scared!
Someone, help!
Ben?
Ben, wake up.
-Ben? Ben?
-You're just dreaming. Benny
Do you hear me?
Don't worry, I'm here with you.
Klara? Is that you?
-Who's Klara?
-She's just a girl.
-You went on the diet for her?
-No, she doesn't like me.
-Are you sure?
-I thought she might, but she doesn't.
She told me herself.
I hope you know
I really care about you,
I just hope that we can still be
good friends.
What about all the good things
in your life?
But, I don't have any good things
in my life.
Is that really what you think?
Are you really on a diet?
I could never do that.
You're in a band.
And we've got a mission, dude!
-Thank you for the cake.
-You gotta finish the lyrics.
-But I can't...
-I think you can.
That song you're working on
with Sonia and Erik is great.
We've got to rehearse.
Don't flake out on us, okay?
I can't wait to hear it
when you're done.
-I screwed everything up.
-Oh please...
Nothing that can't be fixed
if you're up for it.
Is that Sophie?
It was a terrible idea
to trust that... Sophie.
Just wait.
Have you eaten anything?
You look awful.
What can that woman possibly know
about a boy like Ben?
-Ben, you don't have to give up.
-Easy for you to say.
What would you know about it?
If I hadn't fought, I'd be sitting at home
in a wheelchair right now.
-I was in an accident.
-Whoa.
But then your dad made me
this prosthetic limb.
Pretty cool, right?
I thought I'd never walk again.
At first I was really self conscious.
I thought everyone could tell.
I remember feeling really alone.
I think I gained about forty pounds.
I was just a... ball of depression.
You gained forty pounds?
Or fifty.
-I can't hear a thing.
-Miriam...
Well, I don't like people who whisper.
I'm going in there.
Wait a sec. Trust her.
Anything can be overcome.
You've just got to dive in.
-I just don't know if I can do it.
-But maybe you'll feel better if you try.
-You think?
-Oh yeah, I do.
Benny...
Thank you.
Anything can be overcome.
You just gotta dive in.
Oh look, you made a friend!
-I've been standing here forever.
-Sorry, girl.
-Bye!
-Bye!
I have no idea what to get anyone
for Christmas this year.
Dude, me neither.
Especially my brother.
Let's rehearse!
-Hey...
-Yeah!
Hey.
Guess I'm the fat guy on a diet
Who never quite fit in in school
The teachers say, be quiet,
The bullies teach me I'm a fool.
The pressure's building up inside now,
I keep it underneath my lid.
But I don't wanna hide now
Don't wanna be the same old kid.
That's not me
I'm not the one I used to be
If you could only look and see
Here's what you'll find...
Living Large!
I'm living large in my heart
I'm fully charged for my new start
It all begins.
Living Large!
I'm living large in my heart
Who cares if I don't look the part?
I am hungry for life
And I say that's okay
We're made of so much
more than just what we weigh
I am hungry for life
And I know that's okay
Cuz I was born this way
I smell the Christmas biscuits baking
And carols ringing down the street
Let's give more than we're taking
And take as much as we can eat
Eat life whole
Feel the way it feeds my soul
Look at me I'm on a roll
Can't stop me now
Living Large!
I'm living large in my heart
I'm fully charged for my new start
Living Large!
I'm living large in my heart
And knowing you's the greatest part!
I am hungry for life
And I say that's okay
We're made of so much
more than just what we weigh
We are hungry for life
And I know that's okay
Cuz we were born this way
Yeah, born this way
We are hungry for life
And I know that's okay
And we are not a-lone
As we make our way
We are hungry for life
And I say that's okay
So eat your fill today!
It's only life anyway.
-You seriously do thirty laps?!
-Today, it was thirty five.
Wow, you're a pro!
-Bye.
-See you.
I could use some extra cardio.
You want a ride?
-Are you sure?
-Yeah.
-You won't drop me, right?
-No, I got you.
Hey, are we gonna be home soon?
-Don't worry.
-I've still got to practice.
Well, so do I.
he refuses to go to school,
and he won't talk to me.
He not even eating, Cyril.
This is not our Ben!
-Where is he?
-What's going on with Ben?
I've no idea. He snapped, I guess.
But I do know that without him,
this band is busted.
But you can't ever give up
on the band, man!
Not when you're so close to the show!
Hey...
my schedule's free.
-Dad...
-Dad...
Well, you can't just give up.
-Catch him, eat him, spit him out!
-Catch him, eat him, spit him out!
Pipetka!
I'm gonna fry you up!
Come here!
-We've got you!
-Come here!
-Obese!
-Puffy's scared!
Someone, help!
Ben?
Ben, wake up.
-Ben? Ben?
-You're just dreaming. Benny
Do you hear me?
Don't worry, I'm here with you.
Klara? Is that you?
-Who's Klara?
-She's just a girl.
-You went on the diet for her?
-No, she doesn't like me.
-Are you sure?
-I thought she might, but she doesn't.
-She told me herself.
-I hope you know I really care about you,
I just hope that we can still be
good friends.
What about all the good things
in your life?
But, I don't have any good things
in my life.
Is that really what you think?
Are you really on a diet?
I could never do that.
You're in a band.
And we've got a mission, dude!
-Thank you for the cake.
-You gotta finish the lyrics.
-But I can't...
-I think you can.
That song you're working on
with Sonia and Erik is great.
We've got to rehearse.
Don't flake out on us, okay?
I can't wait to hear it when you're done.
-I screwed everything up.
-Oh please...
Nothing that can't be fixed
if you're up for it.
Is that Sophie?
It was a terrible idea
to trust that... Sophie.
Just wait.
Have you eaten anything?
You look awful.
What can that woman possibly know
about a boy like Ben?
-Ben, you don't have to give up.
-Easy for you to say.
What would you know about it?
If I hadn't fought, I'd be sitting at home
in a wheelchair right now.
-I was in an accident.
-Whoa.
But then your dad made me
this prosthetic limb.
Pretty cool, right?
I thought I'd never walk again.
At first I was really self conscious.
I thought everyone could tell.
I remember feeling really alone.
I think I gained about forty pounds.
I was just a... ball of depression.
You gained forty pounds?
Or fifty.
-I can't hear a thing.
-Miriam...
Well, I don't like people who whisper.
I'm going in there.
Wait a sec. Trust her.
Anything can be overcome.
You've just got to dive in.
-I just don't know if I can do it.
-But maybe you'll feel better if you try.
-You think?
-Oh yeah, I do.
Benny...
Thank you.
Anything can be overcome.
You just gotta dive in.
Oh look, you made a friend!
-I've been standing here forever.
-Sorry, girl.
-Bye!
-Bye!
I have no idea what to get anyone
for Christmas this year.
Dude, me neither.
Especially my brother.
Let's rehearse!
-Hey...
-Yeah!
Hey.
Guess I'm the fat guy on a diet
Who never quite fit in in school
The teachers say, be quiet,
The bullies teach me I'm a fool.
The pressure's building up inside now,
I keep it underneath my lid.
But I don't wanna hide now
Don't wanna be the same old kid.
That's not me
I'm not the one I used to be
If you could only look and see
Here's what you'll find...
Living Large!
I'm living large in my heart
I'm fully charged for my new start
It all begins.
Living Large!
I'm living large in my heart
Who cares if I don't look the part?
I am hungry for life
And I say that's okay
We're made of so much
more than just what we weigh
I am hungry for life
And I know that's okay
Cuz I was born this way
I smell the Christmas biscuits baking
And carols ringing down the street
Let's give more than we're taking
And take as much as we can eat
Eat life whole
Feel the way it feeds my soul
Look at me I'm on a roll
Can't stop me now
Living Large!
I'm living large in my heart
I'm fully charged for my new start
Living Large!
I'm living large in my heart
And knowing you's the greatest part!
I am hungry for life
And I say that's okay
We're made of so much
more than just what we weigh
We are hungry for life
And I know that's okay
Cuz we were born this way
Yeah, born this way
We are hungry for life
And I know that's okay
And we are not a-lone
As we make our way
We are hungry for life
And I say that's okay
So eat your fill today!
It's only life anyway.
-You seriously do thirty laps?!
-Today, it was thirty five.
Wow, you're a pro!
-Bye.
-See you.
I could use some extra cardio.
You want a ride?
-Are you sure?
-Yeah.
-You won't drop me, right?
-No, I got you.
Hey, are we gonna be home soon?
-Don't worry.
-I've still got to practice.
Well, so do I.