All language subtitles for sabrina.the.teenage.witch.s05e20.Do You See What I See.eng

Hello?

Hello?

That’s weird, they hung up.

That’s the second time that’s happened today.

Did you hear a cell door clanging in the background?

No.

Then it wasn’t my mom.

Hey, look.

I’ve found an old box of macaroni for dinner.

Whoa, whoa.

Let me see the expiration date on that.

I think it’s in Roman numerals.

Anything better?

Tater-tots, a freezer burned pot-pie and a UFO.

Unidentified foiled object.

Do you realize in the fifties they thought this was a well balanced meal?

Well, in the fifties they also thought that hiding underneath your desk would save you from a nuclear attack.

That only works if the desk is eighty feet underground and made of a titanium alloy.

And speaking of nuclear fall-out, I survived another dinner with my parents.

Oh, and saved us from fossilised macaroni.

Hand over the left-over's.

The entire evening was a nightmare.

They maligned every aspect of my character and my life.

That’s awful.

Oh, your mom put raisins in the kugel!

I don’t even know why I continue going.

These Sunday night dinners are becoming a sadistic ritual.

Well, it’s important to have family traditions.

Did you taste this kishka?

It’s to die for.

It’s the same thing every time I go home.

My father talks to me about forgetting this paranormal nonsense and switching my major to accounting, while my mother shovels food onto my plate and says "why don’t you come home more often?

It wouldn’t hurt.

And you’d think my father would realize that I’d rather stick needles in my eyes than join the family business.

Well, what are you saying?

There’s no room for a paranormal researcher at a CPA firm?

That’s about as good as my father's latest joke.

Changing the company's name to Goodman, Goodman and not so Goodman.

That’s funny.

or cruel.

You know, it depends on your point of view.

For your next astronomy paper you’re free to choose your own topic.

It should be double space, ten pages, due next week, and, no, there is no bonus assignment for extra credit.

It never hurts to ask.

This should be a breeze.

I can spit out ten pages just downloading NASA’s website.

And, one other thing, no downloading NASA’s website or any other scientific mumbo-jumbo that you get off the Internet.

I want it totally understandable, simple, in layman’s terms, which is why you’ll be presenting it orally to the class.

I don’t believe this.

First we can’t download our reports, then she expects us to actually understand them?

What kind of whacko approach to teaching is this anyway?

This is quite a quandary.

We have to intelligently discuss a complicated topic, yet it has to be understandable to the lowest common denominator.

How do we do that?

I just thought of a way.

Is Aunt Hilda here?

I’ve got to run my astronomy report by her.

You wanna' talk to Hilda about science?

Dear, that’s like asking Hirohito where to get a good pizza.

I, on the other hand, have three doctorates in intergalactic studies and am personally credited with discovering seventeen moons.

Well, my professor says that my report has to be so clear that even the simplest person can understand it.

Better wait for Hilda.

She’s on a date with a witch from Venus.

She met him through that dating service,

What is all this?

Oh, extra food Miles brought home from dinner with his family.

They torture him about becoming an accountant, but they send him home with gold.

This is unusual.

Y'argh!

And not unlike my uncle Goliath’s kidney-stone.

It’s matzo ball soup, so good you just want to say oi!

That’s Yiddish for yum.

Oi.

Oh, that was the most incredible experience of my life.

So, Elliot was nice?

Beats me, I was talking about his car.

That thing really flies.

literally!

He’s got a flying car, Zellie!

A UFO!

It looks just like a Cadillac.

So, tell us about your date.

Give us details.

It's a thousand cylinder, hydrogen fuelled turbo with the coolest chrome fins on the after-burners.

Oh, you mean Elliot.

Well, let me just say this, it’s true what they say about men from Venus, they have great suspension.

As opposed to those cads from Mars who leave the toilet seat up and drink out of the milk carton.

I did it once.

Let it go.

Well, now we’ve gotten a report on your date and his car, I wanna' run my astronomy report by you.

Of course.

See?

You’re not the only one Sabrina values for her intelligence.

Shoot.

The speed of light is the speed at which light travels in a.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Back up Einstein, you lost me.

Maybe I should just give my report with finger puppets.

Oh, I love finger puppets.

So, you’re ready to give your presentation?

Actually, I’m ready to give two presentations.

One is my standard, ten minute, cocktail party, ice-breaker about the molecular composition of sun-spots, the other is really.

going out on a limb.

I’d better go with the safe choice.

Safe choice?

That doesn’t sound like you.

Then I know I’m on the right track.

Miles, come on, you’ve gotta' go out on a limb.

I mean, that’s what I love about you, you’re not afraid to take risks.

Really?

Yeah.

I mean, look at what you’re wearing.

And, therefore, it is hypothesised that quasars are optical illusions created by gravitational lensing of the photons emanating from a large mass at the centre of an active galaxy.

The end.

Wow.

Who knew you could deliver a ten page report without ever taking a breath?

Although, towards the end, the lack of oxygen was causing your left eye to wander.

I’m just happy it’s over and I never have to think about quasars again.

Thank you, Roxie.

Or should I be thanking your Internet service provider?

Sabrina, you're next.

Argh, my report is on the speed of light.

The speed of light is fast.

It’s really fast.

It’s like argh, you know how the cheetah’s like the fasted land animal?

It’s like way, way, way, way, way faster than that.

You said to keep it simple.

I was all set to present my report on sun-spots, including my hypothesis that the disco era was influenced by a minor solar flair, but then a good friend convinced me to go out on a limb.

Last night I, Miles Goodman, witnessed an alien spacecraft traverse the night sky.

Not in the yum sense of the word.

Surprisingly, it looked like a Cadillac, yet it was stylishly adorned with chrome fins on the after-burners.

Why can’t Aunt Hilda take the bus like everyone else?

It was incredible.

And, there it flew, a flashing red light that I can only interpret as a left turn signal.

I got another interpretation: you’re a nut-job!

I know what I saw.

It was a flying car.

Or, maybe it was a rubber padded spaceship coming to take you away!

I’m sure it wasn’t a medical vehicle because there weren’t any international markings for red cross.

You are so loopy, Goodman.

Maybe what you saw looked like a spacecraft, but was really a weather balloon.

After burners on a weather balloon?

Now who’s loopy?

Still you.

Aunt Hilda, we need to talk.

Nothing good ever comes after that sentence.

Miles saw your boyfriend's flying car.

See?

He gave a report on it in astronomy, and was totally humiliated.

I had to cover with some stupid story about a weather balloon.

You called a top-of-the-line, fully loaded Venusian cruiser a weather balloon?

Look, the point is, if you’re gonna date people from other planets you have to be discrete.

Isn’t that what I’ve always taught you?

Oh, wait a minute, that’s what you’ve always taught me.

I’m sorry, I just got carried away.

I’ve just never dated a guy with such cool wheels before.

Aunt Hilda, you dated the guy who invented the wheel.

Oh, Miles, do you have a moment?

Argh, yes, but make it quick.

I’m the target of mass mockery.

And, unless I'm fast on my feet, I may inadvertently get pantsed.

Well, this won't take long.

I just wanted to ask you for the recipe for your mother's delectable matzo ball soup?

I’d like to help you, but my mother swore she’s taking it to the grave, along with my bubbie Esther’s antique broach, which I interpret as a direct slap to my aunt Celia.

Oh, but I must have that recipe.

Surely you could get it.

For me?

Believe me, Zelda, I would do anything for you, but my mother keeps that secret recipe in her girdle drawer, and no one goes in there.

Unfortunately, not even my mother.

I’m really glad you decided to go out with me again.

I wasn’t sure that you liked me.

Don’t be ridiculous Elliot, I’m very fond of you.

Now, where’s the turbo?

I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.

Besides, I think we should wait until we reach a less congested area to kick it in.

Or, we could kick it in now and get out of this congestion faster.

I know, driving is a privilege, safety first, blah, blah, blah.

Hilda, I’m beginning to think that the only reason you’re going out with me is because you like my vehicle.

That’s not true.

I think you’re a very sweet, sensitive guy and I’m lucky to have found you.

I feel the same way about you.

I can’t believe I have to redo my report.

Sure, it was a little factoid heavy, but at least I didn’t go off like a crazy person about a flying Cadillac taking the car-pool lane to Pluto.

Miles isn’t crazy.

Yes, he is, and I’ll tell you who’s even crazier.

His good friend who told him he should make a fool of himself.

His good friend had the best of intentions.

I’m just guessing.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, another hang-up.

This is getting a little freaky.

I mean, if the lights go out and someone walks in here with a knife.

That’s the best reaction I’ve had all day.

Sorry, we thought you were the psychotic hang-up caller.

Yeah, I wish.

Professor Hutchins just called me on the carpet.

She said science has nothing to do with little green men in souped-up spaceships.

Then, she said I’m an embarrassment to the paranormal studies program.

What’s embarrassing is that there is a paranormal studies program.

The point is, that when the head of the paranormal department calls you a freaking fruitcake, it’s time to re-evaluate the rest of your life.

Miles, you’re not crazy.

You’re just as sane as anyone.

Well, it’s not much comfort coming from you.

You’re the one who told me to go out on a limb and then told the class I saw a weather balloon.

I was just trying to come up with a more plausible explanation.

In other words, I’m a freaking fruitcake.

Miles, I didn’t say that.

Well, do you, or do you not believe that I saw a spaceship?

Yes or no?

Well.

I believe that you think you saw one.

So you think I’m delusional?

No, I just think there are millions of possibilities.

No, there’s only one.

I’m gonna' forget all of this paranormal nonsense and become an accountant.

Miles, you can’t do that!

Watch me!

My father will finally get his wish, from now on it’s gonna' be Goodman, Goodman, and Goodman.

Oi.

I can’t believe Miles decided to become an accountant.

He’s wanted to be a paranormal researcher all of his life.

I mean, even as a toddler he was convinced that Bert and Ernie were visitors from another planet.

I just wish that those two would come out and put that rumour to rest.

Look, Sabrina, I think this Miles thing is good news for you.

Now he won't be nosing around looking for supernatural phenomena and you won't have to worry about being exposed as a witch.

No, I just have to worry about having killed a man's spirit.

Oh, please!

Who hasn’t done that?

I just wish I could have looked Miles in the eye and told him that I know he saw that spacecraft, then maybe he’d still be following his dream.

Sabrina, you had no choice.

You couldn’t tell Miles the truth, just like I can’t tell Elliot I’m only dating him for his big block.

What?

Hey, it’s an engine.

Hey, great news.

I just sold my freshman accounting books to Goodman.

That’s horrible.

Not for me.

And, frankly, changing his major’s the best decision Miles ever made.

Having your dreams crushed is your idea of a good time?

Let me guess, in Peter Pan, when Tinkerbell dies, you’re the only guy not clapping to bring her back to life?

That little fairy drove me nuts!

Sabrina, you have to look at it from a pragmatic point of view.

There's not a lot of job opportunities for guys with a Bs in UFO’s.

That’s true.

On career day you rarely see a paranormal recruiting booth.

And better Miles comes to this realisation now rather than spending eighty-thousand dollars on an education he’ll never use.

I guess you’re right.

College is a time that should be spent doing the thing that prepares you for your life ahead.

We’re out of toilet paper in the men's room.

I’m on it.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, this is really getting old!

Not unlike this kugel.

It just doesn’t keep like the kishka.

So, Miles, you seem to be really getting into those accounting books.

You gotta' love debits and credits.

They’re all perfectly logical and spelled out in black and red.

Don’t you miss the thrill of the unexplainable?

What I don’t miss is the pain of being ridiculed.

I mean, when you tell people you see a seven, they believe you, instead of calling you a nut-job.

You know Miles, I know what you’re going through.

I mean, I know what it’s like to have people think you’re different.

Yeah, right, what would you know about being different?

Well, there happens to be a lot about me that you don’t know.

Like?

Like.

I tend to talk too much about myself.

Back to you.

Face it, Sabrina, you know nothing about being different.

You’re just a nice, normal, well adjusted person.

Look, knock it off psycho!

I don’t have time for your.

oh, sorry.

Miles, it’s Garth.

He wants to know if you wanna' go to the Sci-Fi Club’s screening of Blade Runner tonight.

Tell him I’m busy.

He says they’re gonna watch it backwards and look for hidden meaning.

Sorry, Garth, but I’m joining the real world.

Are you sure you wanna' do this?

I mean, you used to really enjoy going out with those.

Freaks?

Sabrina, I.

I, I know I’ve made the right decision.

I can definitely see myself being an accountant for the next fifty years.

Forty-five if I go with my fathers extended work-day plan.

Well, maybe you can, but I can’t!

Wait a minute, of course I can.

prove me wrong and alley my fears, show me Miles in fifteen years.

Here’s your tax return, Mr.Willoughby and you’ll be happy to know, I was able to right off your entire safari to Africa,

and, if the Feds ever ask, Mr.G.Raff and Mr.Elle Phant are your Serngetti sales reps.

Miles, you’re a genius.

You saved me again.

Well, it’s easy when you do what you love.

Great, I was wrong.

Miles is happy being an accountant, and, why not?

I mean, he’s successful, he’s got a nice office, big desk, picture of the wife and kids.

is that Roxie?

Just put your John Hancock on this.

Would you excuse me?

Sure.

Sorry to barge in, but I can’t let you ruin your life!

Sabrina, my life is just beginning.

A new life enriched with the joy of long form deductions.

No, no, no!

You’re gonna' hate deductions, they’re gonna' make you miserable.

I know this for a fact.

How do you know?

What did you do?

Look into a crystal ball and see my future?

Something like that.

Look, part of being Miles Goodman is.

you know, collecting stuff like this!

Radio-active isotope from a Russian war-head?

Are you insane?

Yes, you are, and that is my point.

See, anyone who collects stuff like this is not meant to be an accountant.

That’s why I’m giving it away.

By the way, I’d wash my hands if I were you, several thousand times.

Dipotassium phosphate.

Dipotassium phosphate.

Sodium silicoaluminate.

Sodium silicouluminate.

And schmaltz.

Schmaltz!

This should do it.

Voila!

If my calculations are right, I will have just replicated the exact molecular structure of Mrs.Goodman’s matzo balls.

Prepare yourself for gastronomic nirvana.

Brolch!

If this is nirvana, I’m Hadasa Lieberman.

Oh, Sabrina, good, you’re here.

I need a second opinion, try this.

What do you think?

Make them smaller, have Tiger Woods autograph them, and you’ve got the hottest seller at the PGA tour.

I don’t understand what went wrong.

This matzo ball is a chemically perfect clone.

Zellie, you’re missing one key ingredient.

What?

Something I learned about in my little village of Anetevka: love.

OK, before he breaks out into a chorus of sun-rise, sun-set, I need to talk to you about Miles.

If only I could tell him I know he saw that spacecraft, he’d give up this crazy idea of being an accountant.

But you can’t tell him, that would be admitting that you have special powers.

Exactly.

Hmm, this is a conundrum.

Not to mention a confounding and perplexing problem.

I just wish there was some way I could validate Miles and let him know he’s not alone.

Well, I’m off for my next flying lesson with Elliot.

Tonight, he’s gonna' show me how to properly grip his throttle.

That’s what makes the big block fly!

Don’t worry, we won't let anyone see us.

Although, seeing is believing, if you catch my drift?

Caught it and already formulating a plan.

Oh, that’s great, you’re making us a new croquet set.

Just in time for the summer.

I should be practising my ledger entries.

I’m really struggling with those European sevens.

Well, Miles, you said you'd help me identify constellations for astronomy class.

Besides, you can still do your accounting on the roof.

I’ll suggest that to my father.

Perhaps this year our firm can prepare tax returns in the steeple of the old north church.

It’s nine-ten, they should have been here by now.

Who?

Argh, geese.

You know, they, argh, they're very punctual with their migration.

Oh, my God!

Oh my, God!

Look!

Oh, my God!

Do you see that?

Absolutely.

Now, that is the big dipper, right?

Not the constellation, the, the spaceship!

Please tell me you see that?

Wow!

It is a spaceship!

Unbelievable!

It’s beautiful!

Argh, a technological miracle!

Although, the driver appears to be slightly inebriated.

Oh, that’s probably just a problem with the big block.

That’s an engine.

I know that.

I can’t get it into fifth gear!

Argh, that’s ‘cause this only has four.

Not any more.

Hilda, I’ve been trying to find the right time to tell you something, but maybe I should just, argh.

spit it out.

Spit all you want, just don’t fog up the windshield.

The truth is.

I’m married.

Wanna' see me do a doughnut?

You’re taking this better than I thought.

But you have nothing to worry about.

I’m getting a divorce.

That just stinks!

I thought you’d be happy.

The Pluto Highway's closed.

How am I supposed to open up this puppy if I have to take surface streets?

Hilda, I am trying to talk about us.

Are you listening to anything I’m saying?

Of course I’m listening.

Way to signal, dipward!

Well, the good news is that I’m coming out of this marriage in great shape.

I get the house and everything in it, all she gets is this car.

Sabrina, seeing that spaceship confirms everything I’ve ever believed in.

And I know I’m not deluding myself because you saw it too.

Right?

Of course.

I can’t wait to tell Professor Hutchins, and this time I have a witness.

Miles, you know, maybe we’d better keep this between the two of us.

You know what they say, double your sighting, double your scorn.

Perhaps you’re right, and all that really matters is that someone else in the world knows I’m not crazy.

As long as you don’t go into accounting.

I could never do that, my passion for the paranormal is too strong.

Oh, I’m glad to hear you say that.

So are you ready to go inside?

Not yet.

Do you remember the other day when you said you were different from everybody else?

Did I say that?

Oh, I was probably just trying to make you feel better.

No, Sabrina, I finally figured out how you’re different.

I mean, I was shocked at first, but then I realized that all the clues were there from the very beginning.

Miles, look, you’ve got to promise not to tell anyone, OK?

You could really put my life in jeopardy.

Don’t worry, Sabrina.

I’m not going to tell everybody that you have a crush on me.

I have a crush on you?

Oh!

Yeah, I have a crush on you.

Big time.

But, argh, as long as we are roommates we must never act upon it.

I understand.

I’ll do whatever I can to be a little less desirable.

It’s working already.

Oi.

What a great word.

Hello?

Oh, good, it’s you.

I just want you to know that I’m contacting the FBI, they’re gonna' track you down.

You’re gonna' be sorry you ever dialled this number!

Sabrina?

Harvey?

You’re the one who’s been calling here and hanging up?

Sorry about that.

Every time I heard your voice I froze up.

Well, I’m glad you finally thawed out.

Look, ever since I saw you in Florida you’ve been on my mind.

I really feel bad about the way I acted after I found out you were a.

A witch?

Yeah, that.

But, in my defence, you did turn me into a frog, and a beast, and a Canadian Mountie.

Don’t forget about the time I made you pregnant.

How can I?

I still have stretch marks.

You know, but even considering all that, you’ve always been a really good friend to me.

And the reason I’m calling is that I want to apologize.

Thanks, that really means a lot to me.

Yeah, well, that’s pretty much what I called to say and.

now I’ve pretty much said it, so.

is that a Cadillac flying through the sky?

I’m gonna' kill Aunt Hilda!