All language subtitles for Addams Family - 1x22 - Amnesia in the Addams Family

They're creepy and they're kooky

Mysterious and spooky

They're altogether ooky

The Addams family

The house is a museum

When people come to see 'em

They really are a scream

The Addams family

MAN: Neat.

Sweet.

Petite.

So get a witch's shawl on

A broomstick you can crawl on

We're gonna pay a call on

The Addams family

Good morning, Cleopatra.

Here you are, darling.

Don't gulp.

Querida.

Darling. Did you enjoy your breakfast?

- Truly delectable.
- I'm glad.

I spent the whole morning gathering
toadstools for your omelette.

Allow me to express my appreciation

with this new policy on my life,
with you as sole beneficiary.

How thoughtful, darling.

A million dollars.

What a nice round figure, bubele.

Tish, you know what you do
when you call me bubele.

Darling, you've just had breakfast.

You're right.

There's a nice round
double indemnity clause in that policy.

Really? Sounds lovely. What does it mean?

In case of accident
you get twice the amount.

I trust that won't put ideas in your head.

Gomez!

Merely a jest, my dear.

I'm afraid I shall favor you
with my presence

for an exasperatingly long time

with my new physical fitness program.

Darling, where did you get
the Indian clubs?

Where does anyone get old Indian clubs?

From an old Indian.

Darling!

Are you hurt?

Gomez, are you all right?

- Who's Gomez?
- You are.

- Bubele.
- What's a bubele?

This is dreadful.
Has your memory been destroyed?

I don't know. I don't remember.

Oh, my poor darling.

Please. I don't believe we've met.

Gomez, I'm Morticia, your wife.

- I'm married?
- Of course.

- To you?
- Yes.

Why are you wearing black?

Darling, I always wear black.

You said it was so becoming.

I did?

Are you sure we're married?

Well, of...

Look, here's the insurance policy
you bought for me, see?

A million dollars.

Well, I'm glad I have money.

Here, darling, let me help you up.

There.

Now, your name is Gomez Addams.

And you've just had your breakfast.

And you're in your very own home.

Very depressing.

You don't like it?

It looks like a museum
that's been condemned.

Oh, dear.

I must do something to restore your mind.

I was right! The house is falling.

You rang?

- What's that?
- That's our butler, Lurch.

Is it real or do you wind it up?

Gomez!

Mr. Addams seems
to have lost his memory, Lurch.

Perhaps a nice, hot cup of henbane?

Henbane!

Just give me a glass of milk.

Milk?

From a cow?

There's no need to go that far.

Moose milk will do.

Never mind.

Just tell your gargoyle to take off.
He makes me nervous.

Gomez, you hurt Lurch's feelings.

Perhaps a nice visit with the children
would soothe you.

Children? What children?

Our children, dear.

Madam, are you suggesting...

- that we've been more than friends?
- Gomez, we're married.

Oh, I forgot.

Come along, dear.

Children, say hello to your father.

- Hello, Father.
- Hello, Father.

How do you do?

Go right ahead with your playing.
We don't want to disturb you.

Surely you recognize your own offspring?

No, but the girl does resemble you.

And Pugsley is the image of you.

- He is?
- Naturally. Look in the mirror.

I'm afraid.

What the devil is that?

That's Lucifer, my pet.

He's nice and slippery.

I'm going to get you a lovely,
golden-haired doll that says "mama."

But what have I done?

- Nothing.
- Then why are you punishing me?

I'm not punishing you.

I just want you
to get rid of that ghastly bug.

Yes, yes, dear.

Pugsley, why don't you show your father
what you can do with the trains.

Watch this, Father.

Swell wreck, wasn't it?

Swell wreck?

The boy needs help.

Until you pay for those trains,
I am cutting off your allowance.

But I don't get any allowance.

Starting today, you'll get an allowance
so I can cut it off.

There's a touch of madness around here.

Children, your father isn't himself.

And until he gets better
we're just going to have to humor him.

- We understand.
- Father's flipped!

Pugsley!

I'm afraid you're right.

- Why do you keep staring at me?
- Doesn't everyone?

I'm so glad to see you and Uncle Fester
having such a nice chat.

Uncle Fester.

From your side of the family, I hope.

You'll have to excuse him, Uncle Fester.

He's had a lapse of memory.
And a bad shock.

Several bad shocks.

What he needs is a good workout
in the playroom.

A half an hour on the bed of nails
and you'll be in as good a shape as I am.

Now I'm worried.

Come along, darling.
It might do you some good. Come along.

This is the playroom?

Of course.

A place of joy and laughter.

- He's not laughing.
- Lurch holds his laughter inside.

Let it out, Lurch.

Put it back, Lurch.

How's your headache, Uncle Fester?

A couple more turns ought to do it.

Darling, you've always loved this room.

Don't you like it now?

It has its points.

Well, this is an interesting
old woodcarving.

- Me, a woodcarving?
- It's alive!

Mama, he's had a lapse of memory.

I'm thinking of putting him on the rack.

Good idea.
A few twists might straighten him out.

A few twists?

Yes, darling. You see,
we tie your hands and your feet

and then Lurch turns the crank.

- And that will make me better?
- And taller, too.

You're trying to kill me.

- Oh, no, darling.
- Get that double indemnity...

No, no, no.

You're dearer to me than all the bats
in all the caves in the world.

Now trust me, Gomez.

All right.

But I'm not going on that rack.

All right, darling, you don't have to.

Perhaps if you took part
in some simple household routine,

it would do more
to bring your memory back.

I have it. Would you like
to help me feed the plants?

- Yes, that sounds harmless enough.
- All right.

- Mama, would you care to join us?
- No, I can't.

I have to stay in the stock another hour.

It's my beauty treatment.

Better make that two hours.

- Go ahead, darling, feed her.
- With hamburgers?

What else? Go on.

- That thing tried to eat me.
- Nonsense.

Humans give her terrible heartburn.

Show Father how much
you love him, Cleopatra.

It's choking me.

Nonsense. She's embracing you.

You're trying to kill me!
To get that insurance money.

Oh, Cleopatra.

I know, darling.

I know how it feels to be scorned.

You must believe me, Gomez.

I would no more harm you
than a vulture in its nest.

Vultures! Are they circling already?

Of course not, bubele.

Don't call me that ridiculous name.

It used to thrill you.

It would turn you
into a fiery furnace of affection.

Impossible.

Let's recapture
those mad moments, Gomez.

Kiss my arm.

Your arm?

Darling, I'm yours.

From shoulder to knuckle.

Isn't that rather unsanitary?

I must awaken you, Gomez. And I will.

Not in that absurd outfit.

- Darling...
- No offense,

but something must be done
about your clothes.

- Just your type.
- Oh, no, Gomez, please.

He's sicker than I thought.

You don't like my presents?

Oh, darling, of course.
I always love your presents.

It's just that they're so...

expensive.

Well, certainly they're expensive.

But it's worth it
to see my wife dressed properly.

Son, why don't you go lie down
for a while? You're not well.

Nonsense! Never felt better in my life.

I shopped like mad. Beautiful, isn't it?

I think I better go lie down.

They're all so lovely.

I don't know which to try on first.

Well, perhaps I have overdone it a bit.

Yes. I need time to absorb
your generosity and to think about it.

Lurch, would you put these... things
upstairs in my room?

I'll try them on later.

Darling, why don't you relax?

It's not very easy to relax around here.

Well, of course it is. Stand on your head.

He's even talking of chopping down
my beautiful African strangler.

Kill Cleopatra?

- That's murder!
- Father wouldn't do that.

Your father's ill, dear.
He doesn't know what he's saying.

I just don't know what to do.

I'd hoped one of you
might have a suggestion.

How about a little heat therapy?
That might snap him out of it.

I could boil some oil and dip his head in it.

No, no, you did that
for his migraine, remember?

It just made him hotheaded.

Yes, Thing. What is it?
Do you have an idea?

Oh, no, no. I read about that, too,
but I couldn't do it, I just couldn't.

Do what?

It's here,
in Grandpa Squint's old medical book.

I marked it.

See?

"When amnesia is caused by a blow
on the head,

"it can sometimes be cured
by giving the victim a similar blow."

But I could never do that to Gomez.

We'll just have to wait
and hope that he comes to his senses

before he destroys
our beautiful way of life.

I never thought anyone
in this family'd go nutty.

Well, maybe he'll be better
when we get back, honey.

I'm taking the children to the movies
to see The Batwoman From Outer Space.

- They love those true-life stories.
- Lovely, Mama.

Children, you run along now.

But take the back door
and don't disturb your dear father.

- Oh, goody, goody.
- Oh, goody, goody.

FESTER: Morticia can't do it, huh?

If it'll make Gomez well, I can do it.

I love that boy but I'll clobber him.

Well, hello there, Fester.

- Didn't hear you come in.
- I sneaked in.

Must have dozed off. Fell out of the chair.

- How do you feel?
- Fine. Never felt better in my life.

You're looking mighty good today.
Handsome as usual.

- Where's Morticia?
- I'll call her.

Morticia! Morticia!

Oh, Gomez, darling,
I was going to try on these dresses

but I didn't know which one
you wanted to see first.

Great jumping catfish!

Where did you find those monstrosities?

- Find them? But...
- Never mind where they came from.

Put them back, cara mia. Please.

Oh, yes, Gomez, darling, yes, I will.

- I'm so happy.
- Querida m�a.

- I'll be right back down.
- Cara.

LURCH: It's for his own good.

Gomez, darling.

I thought I'd bring
these things all downstairs

and then call a junkman
to come and get them.

Junkman? For your new clothes?

Well, since you've told me
to get rid of them, I thought...

No, no, my dear.
I said get rid of that horrible black thing.

- But, bubele?
- Not bubele.

Very well, Mr. Addams.

GOMEZ: I... Perhaps, I'm too strict
with you, my dear.

After all, you are my wife.

Yes, and it isn't easy.

So you may call me "honey bun."

Or "doll boy."

MORTICIA: Doll boy. Oh, he is sick.

Now run upstairs
and get rid of that black thing

and put on some proper clothing.

If this goes on much longer,

the proper clothing for me
will be a straitjacket.

Very well...

doll boy.

(WHISPERS) Doesn't seem a bit better,
does he?

You children go play. I've got things to do.

You mean hit my own father
with an Indian club?

- It's for his own good.
- Then you do it.

- He might get mad at me.
- He might get mad at me, too.

But while Father is ill,
you're the head of the family.

Hand me that club.

Gomez darling, you don't know what
it means to me to have you well again.

Well? I'm always well
when I'm with you, cara mia.

Later, darling, later.

Later. Right now, I'm starved.

Anything your heart desires. How about
some of that nice baked iguana?

Capital! An iguana sandwich
and a steaming cup of pinecone nectar.

Darling, you go right over here
and you sit down

and make yourself comfortable.
I want to fix it myself.

Querida.

There he is. In the chair.

- What if he sees us?
- I'll take care of that.

- Hello, Father.
- Hello there.

- I have a surprise for you.
- Good, I love surprises.

- Close your eyes.
- All right.

- Keep them closed real tight.
- I will.

I'm sorry it took so long, darling.
But I wanted everything to be just so.

- Is there something wrong?
- I just had a dizzy spell or something.

Well, this will fix you up.

- What's that?
- Why, it's your lunch, darling.

Baked iguana and pinecone nectar.

Good heavens!
Of all the nauseating-Iooking concoctions.

- Are you trying to poison me?
- Darling, don't even...

Oh, no, you're sick again.

Now what am I going to do?

Well, for one thing,
you could bring me some decent food.

A hot dog with chili on it,
a bottle of orange pop,

and a slab of apple pie with cheese.

Oh, Gomez!

That's all it says, Uncle Fester.
"A blow on the head."

You must have done it incorrectly.

You know, I thought I did it real good.
He seemed well after I belted him.

He was for a while, but it just didn't last.

There's only one thing left to do.

Oh, boy! Hit him again.
This time I'll belt him...

No, Uncle Fester, this time I'll do it.
But I'll need your help.

I'll hold him for you.

I can't do it. I can't bear the look
on his face when I hit him.

- Should I put a sack over his head?
- No. No, I have a much better idea.

You know those long drapes
in the living room?

Sure.

You tell him that you're playing a game
with the children

and then get him to hide
behind them out of sight.

Oh, boy, this sounds like fun!

That way I can give him
the club treatment

without looking at his dear, sweet face.

There he is.

I'll get him behind the drapes,
then you conk him good.

- I hope it works this time.
- So do I.

His poor head must be getting lumpy.

Yeah, but on him it looks good.

Hi, Gomez. I've been looking
all over for you.

The children and I
are gonna play hide-and-seek.

- Would you care to join us?
- I'm busy.

Come on, Gomez,
you need the relaxation.

- All right, all right.
- Come on. Come on.

- I'll play.
- Good.

Now we'll hide over there
behind the drapes.

They'll never find us.

Come on, now, you take this side.
Over here, like that. And I'll get in here.

- Are you ready, Gomez?
- GOMEZ: Ready.

FESTER: We're ready!

Darling, forgive me.

- What in the world did you do to Fester?
- Gomez! I thought it was you!

Me? You thought...

I was right. You are trying to kill me.

No, darling,
I'm only trying to make you well.

- With a club?
- Yes!

- You want that insurance money.
- No!

You won't get me! I'm getting out of here!

My poor, battered, wounded love.
Speak to me.

Ah, querida.

Darling, you're well at last.

Bubele.

A little harder, Thing.

That's it.

Nothing takes the knots
off a man's head like sandpaper.

Dear Thing. He has such a gentle touch.

That fire smells good.
What are we burning?

Your Indian clubs.

If I did half the things you said I did,
I must have been a sick, sick man.

Thanks to you, cara mia, I'm all well now.

You really should thank Uncle Fester, dear.

Thank you, Fester.

Who's Fester?

Oh, no.