All language subtitles for The Munsters s01e36 Hot Rod Herman.engg

Vroom, vroom!
You're on the line.

You rev the mill, and you
get the light from the timer.

You're off, burning
rubber. Vroom!

You watch the tach.
You shift the box.

Two. Vroom. Three.
Vroom. Four. Vroom.

You crack the eye, and
you dump your chute,

and it's a 177 with an 851 E.T.

Lily. Oh, Lily.

Yes?

Lily, I wish you'd keep
the front door closed.

Some strange boy just got in here
and is speaking some foreign language.

Herman, th-that's
our son, Eddie.

Yeah, Pop. I'm just getting you into
the mood for the drag strip this Saturday.

- "Drag strip"?
- Sure.

Sandy Baylor's
father is a drag racer.

I told him my pop could
beat his dad anytime,

'cause you're the
best driver in the world.

Well, Eddie, it's wonderful
that you're proud of your father...

and that you stick up for him.

But, Herman, a drag racer?

That's the funniest thing I
ever heard in all of my lives.

- Eddie.
- Yeah, Pop?

Ignoring this hysterical
person... A drag racer!

And her unseemly guffaws...
May I ask you a question?

Sure.

What time on Saturday
do I start burning rubber?

- You mean you'll do it, Pop?
- Eddie, I can answer that in two words.

Vroom!

Vroom!

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Oh, dear! What was that?

That is Herman out in
the garage with Eddie,

hopping up our car
for the drag strip.

I don't know why Uncle Herman
wants to become mixed up in racing.

You know Herman. He always
has to be a hero to his son.

I didn't know he knew
anything about automobiles.

He's really full of
surprises. Full of surprises?

You should have seen his
X-rays after his last physical.

There are some things in there that
the doctors couldn't figure out at all.

Good morning,
Grandpa. Good morning.

Good morning. Is
it too late for a poor,

broken-down old man
to have some breakfast?

Not at all. I kept
yours hot for you.

Good.

??

There, now.

Is that warm enough
for you? It'll do.

Grandpa, aren't you going to help
Uncle Herman and Eddie fix the car?

No, I'm not gonna help Uncle
Herman and Eddie fix the car.

If anybody asks me why I'm not gonna help,
I'll tell them why I'm not gonna help.

Why aren't you going to help?

I'm not going to help because
nobody asked me to help.

Listen to that racket.

I hate to see Herman take
a nice, normal family car...

and turn it into something
weird and ridiculous.

Okay, Eddie, I think we're ready
for another compression check.

Right, Pop. You
monitor the exhaust.

I'll activate the intake.

Ready? Ready.

Fine. It'll sound even better
when we start the motor.

Now, for one last look
at the steering linkage.

Okay, Pop.

A-okay. I think we're
ready for a test run.

Boy, we'll really wipe
Sandy's father this Saturday.

Wipe him? We'll
clobber that Clyde.

I'm gonna practice
my speed shifting.

First.

Second.

Third.

Fourth.

Now, isn't that annoying?

You know, Pop, I think when you
shift, you ought to use the clutch.

Very well taken point.

Watch it, dearie. That smarts.

Well, here I am.

I'm all ready for
the drag strip.

I'm all stoked-up
and ready to go.

Well, there he is... my son-in-law,
the 150-year-old teenage punk.

Herman.

Herman, I... I wish
you wouldn't do this.

Uh, I just can't,
uh, fight it, chick.

I, uh, gotta get out there
and drag it with the gassers.

Otherwise, doll, I
might blow my cool.

Herman! Herman,
wh-what's come over you?

I-I just don't know you anymore.

What's happened to your
Daddy Warbucks's image?

Uh, listen, doll, I haven't
got the time right now.

Eddie's, uh, waitin'
outside in the car.

We're gonna turn 137 and blast
Sandy's old man right off the blacktop.

All right, Herman.

Go out there and
beat him if you have to,

but... but don't go
over the speed limit.

Well, aren't you gonna
wish me luck, Grandpa?

Drop dead.

Well, that's better
than nothing.

Uh, uh, good-bye, doll.

Hey, Dad, look
what just came in.

Oh, boy, that's the
oldest-looking teenager I ever saw.

That's Eddie and his dad. Oh.

From the looks of his dad's face,
he's been in some very bad smashups.

Let that be a
lesson to you, son.

No one should ever go out on
the strip without a roll bar. Come on.

Hi, Eddie. Oh, hi, Sandy.

Hey, Pop, I want you to meet
Sandy Baylor and his father.

Oh. Hi, Sandy.

And how do you do, Mr. Baylor?

Oh, sorry.

Uh, no charge
for the grease job.

Yeah, sure.

Say, uh, mind if I
ask you a question?

Certainly.

What is this? Oh, this?

Oh, you, uh, noticed it.

This is just a little old
everyday family car...

with a, uh,
425-cubic-inch engine,

high-lift cam and
10 two-barrels.

You could've fooled me. I thought
they brought back the Edsel.

Um, well, I'm all set.

Where are your set of wheels?

Right over there.

Um, excuse me,
sir, but what is that?

"What's that?" That's a rail.

"A rail"? Oh, yes!

One of my wife's relatives was once
ridden out of town on one of those.

It wasn't quite that modern.

Boy, Eddie, is my pop
gonna beat your pop.

He is not, 'cause my pop's the
best driver in the whole world.

Oh, is that so?

Well, Munster, I was wondering if you'd
like to match your kid's enthusiasm...

with a little side bet.

Bet? Oh, well, uh, I think so.

I have four or
five dollars on me.

Would you care to shoot the wad?

I'll tell you what... Just to
make it an interesting bet,

why don't we bet
your car against mine?

Go ahead, Pop. We'll wipe
him. You're the greatest.

Oh, well, you see,
I don't think so.

See, this is our only car,
and if I lost it, my wife would...

Gee, Pop, I think he's chicken.

All right, Baylor.

You got yourself a bet.

Good. My car against yours.

What's the matter? You're not
afraid of losing your car, hotshot?

Me? Of course not.

Did it again.

Hmm! Listen to this.

It says, "In the next three-game
series, the Yankees will be out for blood."

I tell you, that's a lot more
fun than playing baseball.

Lily! Lily, look here!

"Leadfoot Baylor
Favored to Sweep Drags."

Why, Lily, that's
Sandy Baylor's father.

The fellow Herman's gonna
race today is a professional driver.

Oh! Oh, dear.

When Herman finds that out, I hope he
has the sense to call the whole thing off.

"Sense"? Any grown man who still
expects quarters from the tooth fairy...

ain't exactly an Einstein.

After all, if the man beats Uncle
Herman, all he'll lose is his pride.

Now, give her the gun
when you get the green flag.

Don't worry, Eddie. I'll just keep
my eye on the rearview mirror.

That's where he'll
be all the time.

Good luck.

Wh-What did you say,
Eddie? I said, "Good luck."

Herman Munster, of all things! You
and Eddie having to come home on a bus.

Losing our car. Uncle
Herman, this is just terrible.

Didn't you know that that man
was a professional race driver?

No, I didn't know that. I thought
he was just another goof like I was.

Herman, this is the
worst thing you've done...

since you bought us that
mausoleum at the cemetery,

and we couldn't move in because
there were no kitchen privileges.

How did I know
it was a restrictive

community, and they
wouldn't take live people?

This is a nice mess
you've got us into.

What are we gonna
do without a car?

Well? Do you know,
Herman? No, I'm afraid not, Lily.

Do you know, Marilyn?
No, I don't know.

Do you, Grandpa?

Ooh!

Ooh!

Well, Grandpa, why don't
you give me the cold shoulder...

like the rest of
my loyal family?

'Cause I happen to have the
solution to this whole dilemma.

You aren't gonna try to talk me
into shooting myself again, are you?

No. I'm gonna build us a car...

that I'm gonna take to the
drag races next Saturday...

and that I personally will win back
our car from this Leadfoot Baylor...

by beating him at his own game.

Mm!

You're gonna build a car
and race it at the drags?

Yeah.

That's the most ridiculous, preposterous
idea I've heard in the last 150 years.

It's childish, idiotic
and utterly fantastic.

When can you start on it?
First thing in the morning.

Good.

Oh, there's Uncle Herman
and Grandpa again.

They've been pounding out in
that garage every day for a week.

Don't you have any
idea what they're up to?

No, I don't, and I
really don't care.

I told Herman I wasn't speaking to
him until he gets our family car back.

Well...

But according to Eddie, they're
building some kind of a car out there.

I don't know what they're up to.
They've asked Eddie for his bicycle.

They took the pipes out of
the organ in the living room.

And Herman came back from
the parlor with an empty box.

Now, you can't tell me that anyone can
build an automobile out of junk like that.

Just a minute, now.

Okay, you can bring
her out now, Grandpa.

Wow, what a rail!

I bet this Dragula can
wipe anything on the strip.

I ask you... is this an automobile,
or is this an automobile?

I really got to hand
it to you, Grandpa.

This is quite an
attractive vehicle.

Detroit could take a
lesson from this design.

And those organ pipes
are a very nice exhaust.

"Nice"? I'll have you know, Herman, that
this is the only dragster in America...

that can play "Oh,
Promise Me" in second gear.

Boy, I'm gonna go
call Sandy's father...

and tell him we'll really beat
him at the drags tomorrow.

Oh, goody, goody! Uh,
tell him we'll smear him.

D... Wait a minute, Eddie.

Hold it, Herman.
Herman, come here.

Now.

One of the first rules in
racing is never tip your hand.

What you do is, you show
up the day of the races,

get your rival to commit
himself on the bet,

then you unveil the winning car.

Is that good, clean
sportsmanship? Of course it is.

As Sonny Liston says,
"It's not playing the game...

It's winning that counts."

"Born, 1367. Died,
question mark."

I must say, Grandpa,
that's a very novel grill.

What do you mean, "novel grill"?

That's not a grill. That's my
license plate from the Old Country.

Isn't this a neat place,
Mom? Look at that guy go.

I must admit... It's
rather a fun place.

You know, Eddie, I used to be a
great racing fan back in Transylvania.

Oh, I had such gay times going to the
wolf track and betting on our relatives.

Grandpa, have you seen anything
of our sporting rival, Mr. Baylor?

Hmm! "Sporting rival."

Here comes that
rat fink now. Oh.

Well, Munster, back for
another losing day at the drags?

Oh, no, sir. Not today.

Uh, today, my decrepit,
broken-down, old father-in-law...

is gonna blast your heap.

I got news for you, Munster. I've been
working on this tank of yours all week,

and I got it up to where it will
wipe out anything on wheels.

I see. Uh, care to make
a little wager on that?

What did you have in mind?
Same thing as last time.

Your car against ours.

Well, I don't know what you got
under that canvas, but... the bet's on.

Good.

Uh, allow me to introduce
you to our new set of wheels.

Well, you still wanna
tangle with us, buster?

Yeah, sure. I
mean, uh, I think so.

I never saw a rail like that
before. Just as I thought.

If you were any more chicken,
Clyde, you'd be cackling.

That's enough, Herman. Well?

All right. You got yourself a bet.
I'll see you over at the start line.

Good. Come on, Herman.

Hey, Leadfoot, they
got a real bomb here.

What if old pop takes us?
Well, supposing he does?

It's gonna be real
difficult for him to collect

on his bet from the
fracture ward, ain't it?

What do you mean by that? Look.

This parachute is the only way they
can stop this thing after the race is over.

If we kind of... borrow
it, wham, he hits the wall!

Get it out of here.

Oh, there's a seat, Aunt Lily.

Excuse me, sir. Would
you mind moving over one?

Oh! Wasn't that nice of him
to give up his seat for me?

Look, there's Grandpa
at the starting line. Oh!

Oh, my, he... He's
racing against our car.

I hope he wins and gets it back.

It's always been just
like one of the family.

Hey, Leadfoot, the old boob hasn't
even noticed his chute is missing.

Man, when he crosses the finish line,
he won't stop till he hits Mississippi.

That's his tough luck.

Uh, just hold it a
minute, Grandpa.

Herman, at a time like
this you're taking pictures?

I just couldn't help it.

You look so natural
sitting in that box.

Grandpa, you forgot
your... parachute.

Come on, Grandpa!

Oh! Oh, I'm so nervous.

Eddie, stop biting your nails.

Oh, he won! He
won! He won! He won!

Now, for the parachute.

Herman, son-in-law,
baby, you saved my life.

Of course, Grandpa.

What else could I do?

I have to have this box back in the
parlor first thing Monday morning.

It was very naughty of you, Herman,
to lose our car at the drag races.

Thanks to Grandpa,
we have it back now.

Lily, please, let's
not bring up the past.

For once in this family,
let's let the dead stay buried.

Good idea. I just hope our car
wasn't hurt in all those races.

Yes. And it's a beautiful car.

Have you ever noticed the way everybody
turns and stares at us when we drive by?

Lily, there's no harm done.
A little racing is good for a car.

It only serves to
loosen up the engine.

Let's go, Pop.

We wanna get to the cemetery
before all the good spots are taken.

Right, Eddie.

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