All language subtitles for S1E26-Wilbur Sells Ed_Subtítulos01.ENG

[whinnies]

Hello. I'm Mr. Ed.

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

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♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous
Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you the answer
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♪ He's always
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♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

[Mr. Ed laughs]

Hi, Ed.

Ready for a walk
in the park?

Mm. Oh. Huh.

What's the matter?
Little Orphan Annie in trouble again?

No.

Daddy Warbucks
in the hospital?

No.

Little dog got lost, huh?

No.

Then what are you
crying about?

I ate some bad hay
and I got a tummy ache.

Cut it out, you faker.

You just don't want
to go out today.

Come on, Ed.

We're going to go
for a little ride.

Well, all right.
Who am I riding?

I never saw a horse like you.

You've got four legs.
How about using them once in a while?

Look who's talking.
Drives around in a car all day.

[telephone rings]

I'll get it.

No, don't try to make up.

I'll get it.

Hello. Oh, hi, RogVU.

[mockingly]
Oh, hi, Rog.

Shh.

Wilbur, will you be
in your office for a while?

Good. I'll be right over.

There. What would you do
without Mommy to help you?

I don't know, dear.

- Mommy.
- What?

I hate to be
a perfectionist, my dear,

but shouldn't the right boot
be on the right foot?

Mommy will fix it.

Ed, I don't care
what you say, but--

Ed.

We are going for a ride
in the park.

But my trick knee
is acting up again.

An old football injury.

Football injury?

Yeah. I was watching
a game on TV once,

and the set fell on my foot.

Ed, you're just lazy.

Yeah, the last time
we went to the park,

you stood still so long
the pigeons sat on your back.

Because they love me.

You looked like a statue.

[Roger]
Oh, Wilbur.

Hi, Wilbur.

Hello, Rog.

I'm going riding in the park.

How about joining me?

Well, as a matter of fact,

I was just getting ready to--

[Mr. Ed whinnies]

Unsaddle Ed.

Got a sore leg.

Oh, then you can rent one
at the stable.

I'm going riding
with Fred Gilbert.

I'd like to have you
meet him.

We've got a big
real estate deal cooking,

and I think I can work you in.

Well, that's wonderful.

Fred Gilbert.

Name sounds familiar.

Familiar? He's one of
the richest men around.

He has his own
nine-hole golf course.

A lot of men have that.

Inside the house?

Look, here's his picture
right in the society page.

Fred Gilbert, well-known
real estate tycoon,

with his beautiful black mare
Princess Helen.

Wow, what a horse.

That's the most beautiful mare
I've ever seen.

Now, what is this deal
you've got cooking with Gilbert?

It's a big, and I mean big,
real estate development in Arizona.

The architect's fee
should be considerable.

And you think you can
get me the job?

Well, that depends.
Now, if Gilbert likes you, you're in.

That's why I want you
to go riding with us.

If it's that important,
I can rent a horse.UC

[Mr. Ed whinnies]

On the other hand,
maybe I will take Ed with me.

The exercise
might help his knee.

Fine. I'll meet you outside
in about five minutes.

Right.

[Mr. Ed]
Come on, Wilbur. Let's go.

What made you
change your mind?

Oh, that Princess Helen
is really built.

Oh, you've got an eye
for the ladies, huh?

What a figure.

68-47-68.

Make me look pretty, Wilbur.

Okay, Ed.

I'll put a curl
in your tail.

It's an excellent location
for the type of building we have in mind.

Now let me suggest
that when we first--

Gentlemen, there you are.
Three hamburgers.

Just help yourself to ketchup
and the hot mustard over there.

That'll be
a dollar and a half.

I've got it.

No, let me.

Boys, I insist.

Oh, I've got it right here.

Good.

- Fred.
- Thank you.

- Roger.
- There you are.

- Thanks. Fine.
- Sit right over there.

Now, as I was saying.

Post, Roger tells me
you're quite an architect.

Oh, I try to do my best.

Don't be modest, my boy.

Fred, this young fellow's
designed some of the finest buildings in this town.

Right, Wilbur?

I don't like to boast.

Well, he did
the Adamses building,

the Kingsley building

and that 14-storey
Woodbury building.

15.

Well, that's another storey.

We've got a lot of money
in this venture.

You strike me as a man
who knows what he's doing.

Why don't you
drop by my house Friday

and we'll discuss some ideas?

We'd better be getting back
to the horses. Come on.

Right, yes, yes.

Beat it, mac.

Hi, Princess. My name's Ed.

Saw your picture in the paper.

Doesn't do you justice.

You're gorgeous.

Where did you get
those big brown eyes, honey?

Oh, sorry.

I forgot, baby.

You don't
understand this lingo.

I'll put it to you this way.

[neighs]

[whistles]

[neighs]

Who's a masher?

Let's face it. I'm in love.

[phone rings]

Yes, this is Fred Gilbert.

Mm? Yes, what can I do
for you?

Mr. Gilbert,

I saw Princess Helen
in the park the other day.

Oh?

She's got the cutest legs
in town.

I beg your pardon?

Would you put the phone
near her?

I want to hear her neigh.

Who is this,
some practical joker?

Believe me, Mr. Gilbert,
my intentions are strictly honorable.

Oh, you want to marry
my horse.

Why not?

My father married one.

Are you sure the vet said
there's nothing wrong with Ed?

He couldn't find anything.

Something must be
bothering him.

He hasn't eaten
since yesterday morning.

Here, I'll try to tempt him
with these apples.

Here you are, Mr. Ed.

Nice, crisp apples.

Come on, Ed.
You need your vitamins.

You're a growing horse.

Look at his eyes.

He looks dopey.

I'm kind of worried.

Poor Mr. Ed.

He's been just moping around.

He's not eating, not sleeping,
he's losing weight.

You know, honey,
you were that way when you were courting me.

That's not true.

I never turned down an apple
in my life.

Mm. Come on, Ed.

Take a bite. It's delicious.

Well, I hope
he's feeling better soon.

I'll start lunch.

And you better get started
on those sketches for Mr. Gilbert.

Yeah. Okay, honey.

What's the matter, Ed?

Were you ever in love?

Oh, so that's it.

You're in love.

Well, who's the lucky horse?

Princess Helen.

Oh, I'd sure like
to make her my bride.

You're not serious.

Yup. I want a horse
just like the horse

that married dear old Dad.

Wish I could help you,
but what can I do?

Go to Mr. Gilbert and ask for
his horse's hoof in marriage.

Oh, sure, sure.

I can just see myself saying
"Mr. Gilbert,

"my horse is in love
with your horse.

"True, I know
he's not working now,

"but I figure if you and I
chip in a couple bales of hay each week,

"why, we can get those kids
off to a good start."

And then they put me away.

Please take me along
when you go to see Gilbert.

I can't. We're going
to talk business.

But I got to see my girl.

I got to, I just got to.

Okay, okay, okay.

We'll ride over there
after lunch.

Oh, bless you, Wilbur.

Now Ed, will you
eat something?

Well, I'll force myself.

Hi, Princess Helen.

I brought you a little gift.

While the men are out talking
business, honey, how about a little smooch?

I drove downtown yesterday

and looked at that 14-story
building you designed.

15, but that's another story.

I told you
that joke yesterday.

Yeah, I know.
I like it so much I use it all the time now.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

Well, thanks.

Helen, I love you.

I know you're a thoroughbred
and I'm from the wrong side of the tracks.

Hm. Shoot.

I wish you'd stop eating
when I'm proposing.

I forgot, you don't talk.

Listen, honey.

[whinnies]

What do you mean,
I'm a tramp?

Look, baby,
I'll teach you to talk.

Repeat after me.

I love you, Eddie.

Come on. It's easy, baby.

I love you.

And the subterranean
parking lot

will hold 200 cars.

- [loud crashes]
- [horse whinnies]

Aw, come on, baby.

It was just a little kiss.

Oh, what happened, Princess?

What's wrong? Why aren't you
in your stall?

I wish you hadn't
brought your horse over here.

He's evidently upset her.

Meathead.

What did you say?

I didn't say anything.

I suppose your horse
called me meathead.

Well, no, but--

Why don't we
go inside the house and discuss the sketches, Fred?

I don't care
to talk about it now, Post.

Please take your horse
and leave.

Come on, Ed.

Wilbur.

Why did you call him
a meathead?

Roger, I owe you
an explanation.

You see, my horse
has fallen in love with Gilbert's horse.

It was love
at first sight.

I didn't want
to take him over there,

but the poor thing,
he wasn't eating, he wasn't sleeping.

What could I do?
He wants to marry Princess Helen.

You don't believe me,
do you?

No.

What worries me is that
you believe you.

It's the truth.

If you knew somebody
who was just sick with love,

wouldn't you try
to help him?

Wilbur, what happens to you
when you get near that horse?

You seem to lose
what little intelligence you ever had.

Take my advice.
Sell that plug.

For once,
old Addison was right.

I'm wrecking your whole life.

Sell me.

Sell you?

Ed, we're inseparable.

I'm willing to make
the sacrifice.

Sell me to Gilbert.

Oh, so you can be
near Princess Helen, huh?

You said it.

Gilbert wouldn't buy you.

Then give me to him
as a gift.

I must go
where my heart is.

Oh, boy. Cupid really got you
with that arrow, didn't he?

Arrow? The son of a gun
used a harpoon.

Well, you'll get over it.

Look, I'm not going
to sell you,

and I'm not going
to give you away.

If you don't, I'll go
on a hunger strike.

A hunger strike?

Yeah.

Well, I guess I have
no choice.

Please, Wilbur,
please call him on the phone.

Okay, Ed. If you want it
that way.

Boy, Ed, I'm sorry.
I just can't do it.

Okay, then I'll dial.

This is a nice gesture,
Wilbur,

but you don't have to
give me your horse.

I'm willing to let
bygones be bygones.

But I want you to have Ed.

You see, we don't have
much room around our place,

and, well, I know
how you love horses.

Well, if that's the case,
fine.

[phone rings]

My phone. I'll be right back.

Well, Ed, this is it.

Yup.

You won't forget to write?

I'll phone you every night.

And we'll probably
run into each other in the park on Sundays.

[sniffles]

Sure, boy.

Goodbye, Ed.

This isn't goodbye,
old friend.

It's auf Wiedersehen.

Ed.

Don't move.

Let me remember you
just like that.

All right, Phil.
Then it's all settled.

No, it isn't the money.
She just doesn't seem to be happy here.

Well, when does
the ship sail, Phil?

Fine. Well,
I'll bring Princess Helen down to the dock myself.

Oh, she ought to be
in South America by next Friday.

Uh, you're sure you've got
a good groom?

I wouldn't want anything
to happen to her on the trip.

[sniffles]

Wilbur, how about
your sandwich?

Wilbur, the sandwich.

Hm?

Oh, oh. Sorry, hon.

Oh, honey.

You didn't have to give
Mr. Ed away

just to protect that deal.

Money isn't
that important to me.

Oh, that's life, I guess.

You raise a kid,
you feed him,

you worry about him,
you take care of him when he gets sick,

and then first pretty face
that comes along,

he runs off and gets married.

Wilbur, are you all right?

Maybe you need
something to eat.

Hm? Oh, that's all right,
honey.

I'll grab some hay later.

What's wrong with him?

He looks like he lost
his best friend.

He has.

He never should have
given Ed to Mr. Gilbert.

Ah, but think of all the money
your husband is going to make

as a result of
that wonderful gesture.

Oh, Roger,
money isn't everything.

Woman, bite your tongue.
You're hysterical.

Gee, I miss you, Ed.

I miss you, too.

How could I let you go?

I'll never forgive myself.

It wasn't your fault,
buddy boy.

Oh, yes it was.

And stop interrupting.

We were together so--

You really miss me, huh?

[chuckles]
Fooled you, didn't I?

Ed, you're home! You're back!

Helen and I
are no longer an item.

Well, what happened?

Gilbert sold her to some guy
in South America.

So I took a powder.

You mean, Mr. Gilbert
doesn't know you're here.

Uh, I guess I lost you
that deal again.

Oh, that doesn't matter, Ed.

I'd rather have you.

That goes for me, too.

[sniffles]

- Wilbur.
- Yeah?

We're just a pair
of sentimental old slobs.

Get my nose.

[blows]

What are you gonna tell
old vinegar-puss Addison?

Oh, who cares about him?

Why, if he dares
to open his mouth, I'll--

[Roger] Oh, Wilbur.

Oh, that's Roger now.

I better go out
and soften him up.

You tell him, killer.

Wilbur, can we
step into your office?

There's something I'd like
to discuss with you.

Well, why don't we go inside
the house? There's more room.

No, no, no, no. Carol is
a little disturbed with me.

Oh. Well, let's go
to your house.

No, my wife's
a little disturbed with you.

- We better use the office.
- Yeah, but, Roger--

There's something I want
to discuss with you.

Wilbur, in spite of the way
Carol feels,

I think you did a no--

What is that horse doing here?

What horse?

Mr. Ed. How did he get here?

Well, Ed and the Princess
are pfft.

Pfft?

Pfft.

They are no longer an item.

His girlfriend left suddenly
for South America.

Really?

Why am I talking to you
when you're near that horse?

Come outside where you're
a little more normal.

- Now then,
maybe we can talk-- huh? - Wilbur.

- Mr. Gilbert wants to see you.
- I've got some bad news for you.

Your horse ran away.
I was talking on the phone

when suddenly he bolted
and took off. I have no idea--

- Wilbur.
- Well, he, uh--

- He came back by himself.
- He's still your horse, Fred.

No. No.

I don't like to be
an Indian-giver, Fred,

but I--I'd like my horse back.

If this means I lose the deal,
well, okay.

And I feel the same way.

Don't listen to him, Fred.

When he gets near this barn,
he-- he-- he's a screwball.

Please, Roger.

Now just relax, Roger.

Any man who cares enough
about his horse

to jeopardize a big deal
is my kind of man.

You mean we're still
in business?

You bet.

It's beautiful the way
this boy feels about that horse.

He's a man's best friend.

Next to his wife.

Why don't we all go in
and have some coffee?

Oh, thank you.
You know, your husband is quite an architect.

I just love that new building--

that 14-story building
he designed downtown.

15.

[Wilbur, Fred]
Well, I guess that's another story.

Very funny.

How about that coffee?

Coffee, yes. Coffee, Roger.

[sighs]

68-47-68.

Ah, that's a lot of horse
to lose.

[breathing deeply]

Oh, boy.

Ed, what's the matter?

I'm in love.

Oh, no.

Ed, you've just got
to forget about Princess Helen.

Princess Helen? Who's she?

Don't tell me you've
fallen in love again since yesterday.

This magazine just came today.

Flash Away.
She's a pretty horse.

Yeah. She makes Princess Helen
look like a boy.

Let's not start again.

How about arranging
a date for me, huh?

Sorry.

Love is not for horses.

It's for the birds.

-
Love is not for horses.

♪ Got a date ♪

♪ A little later ♪

♪ When the moon
is on the trail ♪

♪ With the cutest
triple-gaiter ♪

♪ My pretty little filly
with the pony tail ♪

Closed-Captioned By
JR Media Services, Inc. Burbank, CA

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse, of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you
the answer ♪

♪ That you'll endorse ♪

♪ He's always
on a steady course ♪

♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

♪ People yakkity-yak
a streak ♪

♪ And waste
your time of day ♪

♪ But Mister Ed
will never speak ♪

♪ Unless he has
something to say ♪

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And this one will talk
till his voice is hoarse ♪

♪ You never heard
of a talking horse? ♪

♪ Well, listen to this ♪

[Mister Ed]
♪ I am Mister Ed ♪

[Man]
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