All language subtitles for punky_brewster_s03e06_hand_across_the_halls

Maybe the world is blind or just a
little unkind.

Don't know.

Seems you can't be sure of anything
anymore.

lifestyles of pets of the rich and
famous. Tonight, we'll visit with Calvin

Klein's pampered pussycat, Max.

Here's Max catnapping alongside his
million -dollar canary -shaped swimming

pool.

And Max has his own safe where he keeps
all his diamond leashes and mouse skin

rugs.

I think Brandon's jealous.

He wants a diamond leash.

Well, Brandon, you can have one.

As soon as I get my Maserati.

Tonight, Max is hosting a gala gathering
for 200 of his closest four -legged

friends.

You're right, Brandon. It is a shallow
way to live.

Look, Brandon, is that your car?

a facelift.

all the time.

Yeah, you should have seen what happened
to the pieces she put in the toaster.

I'm still finding mozzarella cheese on
my Pop -Tarts.

I might have known.

Where there's smoke, there's fire,
Steen.

Just back off, Mr. Frank.

Don't get your garters all twisted.

My garters are my business, Betty
Johnson.

Well, I guess I better go and open some
windows.

We'll help.

you're going to put up with that woman.
She's a menace to everyone in this

building. Well, we put up with you, and
you're a pain in the butt to everyone in

this building.

Yeah, well, I'm just exercising my First
Amendment right.

Freedom of speech.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'm exercising my right to bear
arms.

I'm afraid Mr.

Frank was pretty upset with me.

That's okay. He always overreacts.

Last winter, I accidentally hit him with
a snowball.

He called the SWAT team.

Why don't I check out your toaster? No,
the truth is, Henry, I didn't burn any

toast. I overcooked my pajamas.

Look, you see, I rinsed out my pajamas
and put them in the oven to dry.

I told the owners not to raise the
prices on those washing machines.

Well, it isn't the money. It's the
effort. You know it.

Takes me forever to walk down to that
laundry room.

But putting clothes to dry in the oven
is dangerous.

This material is not self

-baking.

You know, I'm not usually forgetful when
I bake my pajamas.

But I was talking on the phone to my son
Stephen long distance, and I've lost

track of the time.

Want me to toss these?

Yes, and throw up. the fried socks, too.

Thank goodness there wasn't a fire.

You would have lost all these neat old
pictures.

Yeah, you sure have traveled a lot.

Yeah, well, in 1937, when I got my
pilot's license, I wanted to see the

I was an airborne globetrotter.

Gee, she played basketball, too.

Look, Sherry.

Here's a picture.

of Mrs. Sparrow's team and President
Rosenfield.

That's Roosevelt, dear.

He's the one that gave you the medal,
right? Yeah.

Wow, you got a medal?

She was the first woman to fly across
the United States north to south. Oh, my

goodness. Ooh, there's so much dirt on
this picture, you could land on it.

Mrs. Feinstein, there's a light out in
the kitchen. Where do you keep your

bulbs? At Piggly Wiggly.

to get to the store.

Nixon resigned?

1974?

These newspapers are older than we are.

My dentures are older than you are,
honey.

We'll throw these papers away on our way
out.

Isn't there anyone around here who can
help you out?

Well, my son used to, but, you know, he
moved to Philadelphia a few months ago.

Well, without his help, things must be
difficult for you. Yeah, and getting

harder all the time.

Aren't there any state programs that can
help you out?

Oh, I've looked into that, but the
public programs have a waiting list, and

private programs cost an arm and a leg.

That is expensive.

What about moving closer to your son?
Oh, no way. No, I don't want to be a

burden on him. I see.

Besides, I couldn't take Philadelphia.

And that bimbo he married.

Well, Shirley and I can help you.

We'll take out your newspapers and
change your light bulbs.

Oh, thank you. That's very sweet of you.

You know, you're just making it harder
for me to leave.

Leave? Yeah.

I'm afraid Stephen's right.

Right about what?

I'd be better off in a nursing home.

You

know,

it's hard to figure out which part of
your life you're going to give away.

I'm sure you won't want to give away
your wedding gown.

I already have given away my wedding
gown. That's my parachute, honey.

Jumping out of a plane must be scary.

Not nearly as scary as jumping into
marriage.

But it worked out fine, you know.

Albert and I celebrated our 40th
anniversary in this apartment.

In fact, right up there is the spot
where the champagne cork hit.

My grandma bought champagne once.

The good stuff with the twist cap.

The memories in this place.

You know, I have something for you
girls.

I'll hardly have any use for them in the
nursing home.

Yeah.

Wow, cheery. And look at this.

That's the name that the other stunt
pilots gave me in the air show.

Flying Wildcats?

Yeah, that was the name of our flying
troop.

That's a very special jacket, Punky.

Yeah, only the best and the bravest got
one.

Wear it with pride, kid.

Yes, ma 'am.

Henry told me not to get all soft and
mushy about you leaving.

But I'm really going to miss you a lot.

Me too.

Oh, I'm going to miss you kids too.

What's that good smell?

Sure as in pajamas.

Butterscotch macadamia and raisin bars
for my co -pilots.

That's rad.

I bet the people at the nursing home are
going to love it.

of your cookies.

I'm afraid my baking days are over.

Why? I won't have my own kitchen.

Then how are you going to eat?

Well, they have people there to cook for
you.

Anything you want?

No.

Of course, there are choices.

Stewed prunes, boiled prunes, poached
prunes.

Yes.

Are you going to have fun at this place?

Well, I'll be fine once I settle into
their routine.

You know, of course the worst part is
I'm going to have to find a new home for

Rickenbacker.

You can't take him with you?

No, no, they don't allow pets.

But don't worry, I think... You know, I
think...

I think I've found a nice family that
will take him.

I, uh...

Oh, I better look at those cookies.

I'm really going to miss her, Punky.

No, you're not.

She's not leaving.

What do you mean?

She doesn't want to go. We don't want
her to go.

She's not going.

What can we do about it?

Plenty.

We're flying wildcats now.

The best and the bravest.

Don't give up, kid.

Ow!

Pain.

I got pain.

There's pain here.

I'll walk on your back.

You are very lucky that I have my
fuzzies on.

I don't feel very lucky right now.

Does your back feel better? A little.

I just don't think you're quite heavy
enough.

I'll go get Mrs.

Johnson. No!

I wish I knew a good acupuncturist.

Save your money. I'll go put on your
golf shoes. No.

Hey, I have an idea.

Get off my back.

I'm sorry. I won't make any more
suggestions.

No, I mean get off my back so I can get
up.

I'll be fit as a fiddle as soon as I get
a good night's sleep.

Sure. What about?

Mrs. Firestein.

There's got to be a way for her to stay
in her own apartment.

She shouldn't have to go to the nursing
home.

I was wondering, you think she can move
in with us?

Funky, I don't think so.

You think the Golden Girls would take
her in?

Funky, that's not the solution for her.

She's a very independent lady. She
doesn't want to live with you, me, or

Arthur.

And what is the answer? What can I do?

Sometimes there's nothing you can do.

You definitely can't do anything if you
don't try.

Funky, in order for Mrs. Faustine to
stay in her apartment, she'd need a lot

help.

Well, you, me, Cherry, and Mrs. Jonathan
can help her.

Frankie, we're just a few people, and
there's lots of things to do.

Well, what if we were a lot of people
with just a few things to do?

Hello. Hello, everybody.

Hello there.

Thank you all for coming.

Okay.

How much?

How much do I thank you?

No. How much is the rent increase?

There's no rent increase.

Then this meeting is over.

Just cool your jets, Jack.

That's Pete.

Well, park it, Pete.

All right, but let's make it quick.

I'm missing the Wally George show.

Call this meeting to order.

And since it was Planky's idea, I'll let
her explain.

A friend of mine needs our help.

No, no, not me. This is Firestein.

I am out of here.

Mr. Frank, if you want heat this winter,
you'll stay seated until I formally

adjourn this meeting.

That's blackmail.

Well, it's less painful than a salt and
battery.

Thank you.

Now, the chair, once again, recognizes
Frankie. Thank you, chair.

Mrs. Feinstein has lived in this
building for a long, long time.

She's been a good friend to everybody.

And now she needs a friend.

As you probably... heard she's moving to
a nursing house.

But what you don't know is that she
doesn't want to go. That she shouldn't

to.

Cherry, the charm?

We figured out a way for everyone to
pitch in and help Mrs.

Firesteam with their chores.

Each animal represents a tenant.

For example, Henry the Lion.

Cherries the Rabbit.

What am I?

Uh, you're the deer, Grandma.

Oh, how dear.

Who's the dog, Mr. Frank?

any of my valuable spare time to babysit
for somebody I'm not even related to.

The chair recognizes Beth Cromwell.
Thank you, Mr. Chairman.

I'd like to say that I don't ordinarily
agree with Mr. Frank, but he does have a

point. Kevin and I are just too busy
with the baby to spare the time.

It's only a few simple chores.

Don't tell me about chores.

I'm loaded down as it is.

Once every three months, I've got to
take my father to the doctor.

And you'd probably charge him for gas.

Wouldn't you?

If we don't help her, then she has to
move to the nursing home.

It is better that way.

The woman is a danger to herself and
everyone in this building.

Well... Funky, it looks like Mrs.
Faustine will have to move after all.

And perhaps some of you are interested
in seeing the person who's interested in

taking over her apartment.

Sure, why not? We could use a new face
around here.

Dad?

Good, you recognized me.

What are you doing here?

Well, I'm getting to know my new
neighbors.

What?

Mr. Frank, your father... My father has
kindly agreed to take over my lease so I

can move.

Stop frowning, son. Makes you look like
a warthog.

And look, if I'm in the building, you
and I could spend a lot more time

together. I could just stop down the
hall and tell you how much you're

up your life.

Mr. Spierstein, you're moving?

But you love this building.

And we all love you.

Isn't there something we can do about
this?

Sherry, the chart.

Give me that.

All right, there's the lion, there's
Bambi. All right, look.

It's only one hour a month.

An hour? Is that all?

We can spare that much time.

Sure, you can count on the old warthogs.

We can all pitch in.

Mrs. Feinstein, you're dead.

juice off of Mrs. Feierstein?

Uh, he gets the orange juice, and prune
juice is for me.

Hi, Mrs.

Cromwell. Hi. How is Oliver? Couldn't be
better.

He loves staying with Mrs. Feierstein.

This has worked out really well for us.
We do her laundry, and she babysits.

Punky, this was a wonderful idea.

Thanks.

Sure would.

Whoa, Mr. Frank.

Can I give you a hand?

No, no, I got it. I got it.

Isn't that Mrs.

Firestein's TV?

Yeah. I had it repaired.

It's murder on my back, but I'd do
anything to keep my father out of this

building. Hello, son.

Dad. How nice to see you.

Yeah, sure.

What are you doing here?

Well, if you must know, Maud and I are
going to paint the town red.

I made it out of my old parachute.

Let's go, Mody.

Have a good time, kids.

Oh, oh, by the way, Henry, I'll need an
extra key.