All language subtitles for whos_the_boss_s04e04_a_trip_to_the_princip

There's a time for love and a time for
living. Take a chance and face the wind.

An open road and a road that's hidden. A
brand new life I've come to be.

There were times I lost a dream or two.

Found a trail and at the end was you.

There's a path you take and a path not
taken.

The choice is up to you, my friend.

Not so long, but you're not awake to a
brand new life.

Brand new life. A brand new life both
round the bend.

Oh, Dad, I just love my... new jeans.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Ah,

that's okay, sweetheart. Nothing is too
ridiculously overpriced for my little

girl. I hope we didn't blow our whole
budget.

Ah, don't worry about a thing, Sam. I
still got enough left over to buy myself

stamp.

Samantha,

what are you doing?

I'm painting the whole thing so I can
wear them.

Wait a minute, Samantha.

Samantha, wait a second. Let me get this
straight. We move all the way here to

Connecticut from Brooklyn.

So that we could live a better life.

And now you want to walk around looking
like a bum?

Yeah! Isn't it great?

You know, Dad, you too could be cool.

Not me, not me. My knees aren't cute
enough.

Okay.

Well... Actually, let's see. Ooh, cute
knees.

I'll get that.

Hello.

Yes, this is she.

Oh...

Oh, that's wonderful.

Oh, I'm so excited.

Oh, my little girl got her first obscene
phone call.

Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine, but let me
talk it over with him. Yeah. Oh, yeah.

He really is special, isn't he? Oh,
well.

Well, thank you.

Bye -bye.

But I just got the best news about
Jonathan.

After only one week back at school, the
teacher wants him to skip the sixth

grade and go directly to junior high.
Wow!

This is great!

He'll bring home his college friends a
whole year early. Oh, Mona.

I am so proud of him.

I have been grooming him for this for 12
years.

Uh, Angela, he's only 11.

I know, but I read the classics to him
in the womb. I knew he was listening.

Where would he go, dear?

Hey, wait a minute.

Angela, Angela, think about this for a
second. Aren't we moving a little fast?

Maybe you should think this over. What
is there to think about?

Any good mother would jump at the chance
to give her child a leg up on life. Oh,

no, we're not going to hear that old
dirge again, are we?

Well, mother, I had the opportunity to
go from kindergarten to the second

but you didn't think I was ready.

I thought you lacked some of the social
graces.

She kept throwing her dress over her
head.

Oh, yeah?

You're not the only one with cute knees.

Look, Jonathan's bored with his
schoolwork. Junior high will be a great

challenge. I have a breakthrough notion.

You probably think this is crazy, but
why don't we ask the kids? Oh, that's a

good thought, Mother. It's too bad you
didn't think of that when opportunity

knocked at my door. Oh, brother.

Jonathan!

Hey, Angela, now don't push this kid.
Let him make up his own mind. Give me a

little credit, will you?

Yeah, Mom?

Sweetheart, how would you like to enter
a world full of new challenges, new

ideas, and endless adventure?

We're going to Epcot!

Hey,

here he is, the best and the brightest
of Fairfield Junior High.

How are you, Jonathan?

Hungry. Oh, man, a few words.

Hey, wait a minute. What's with this
appetite stuff? What do they got you

there? Heavy construction?

Oh, there it is.

Jonathan, it's my drumstick.

Oh, sorry, Mom. I've been thinking about
it all day.

Now, wait a minute.

I put the other drumstick in your
lunchbox this morning.

Oh, yeah, and that was delicious, too.

Well, Tony, maybe you should start
packing bigger meals for Jonathan.

Why don't I just start sending a
catering truck to the school?

Is that an A I see on that test paper?

Yeah. Do we have any more potato salad?

Wait a minute.

I gave you a whole bunch of potato salad
this morning.

Oh, yeah.

The teacher wrote a note.

Excellent work. Well thought out.
Perfect margins.

Who's stealing your lunch, Jonathan?

Stealing?

Well, they didn't actually steal it.
See, one of them pinned my arms down,

then the other one took it.

This to you.

Well, Monday, Brian took it. Yesterday,
it was Greg. And today, Cynthia.

Cynthia? She's not big, but she's mean.

Why didn't you tell us this was
happening? I'm calling your teacher.

Oh, no, Mom. No, no, no.

He's right. He's right. There's nothing
worse than a squealer.

Well, then I'll go down there and have a
word with those little hooligans

myself. You know, Angela, there is one
thing worse than a squealer, and that's

mama's boy.

Well, this mama is going to get to the
bottom of this.

Now, Jonathan, honey,

do you have any idea why they could be
picking on you?

It beats me. They all know how gifted I
am. I told everybody.

Maybe it's because they're jealous
because I'm the only kid with a designer

briefcase.

Jonathan. And if you want to make
friends, it's not a good idea to go

telling everybody you're gifted.

Hey, Jonathan, that's like bragging
about how rich you are.

Uh -oh.

Jonathan, you know better than that.

But I don't know what else to say to
those guys.

I don't think I want to be in junior
high anymore.

Jonathan.

Honey, that doesn't sound like you. You
have never been a quitter. But, Mom.

You're going through a period of
adjustment.

And in the meantime, you know, you just
stay away from the rough boys.

And Cynthia.

Do you know what you need?

You need a friend.

If you go up to somebody, pick out
somebody who looks like a good

conversationalist. You introduce
yourself.

You tell them a few witty anecdotes. And
before you know it, you'll have plenty

of friends.

You have anything you want to add, Tony?
Yeah, dump the briefcase.

Forward to meeting with you soon to
discuss things further. Best regards,

Bauer. We'd better go over that again.

My mind wandered. I'm afraid I may have
missed something.

All right.

Read what you have.

Dear Mr. Henderson, regarding the
marketing of your new line of male

undergarments...

Yes. And that's where my mind wandered.

So touchy.

Hey, everybody.

Check it out.

Jonathan.

Outrageous, huh?

Whoa, slap me, Jack. I want to get back.

Oh, Jonathan, cool coif.

You're all spruced and moosed.

Jonathan, why did you do this to your
hair?

Because it's me. It's outstanding. It's
now.

It's stiff.

Now, he'll go to sleep on that.

Isn't this great? He's really loosening
up, isn't he? He was so darling the

other way.

Do you want him to look like the Dutch
boy paint can the rest of his life?

Come on. Look, last couple of days he's
been showing a lot of confidence. You

know, he's hanging on to his lunch. He
even picked up a bad little swagger. He

did kind of swagger, didn't he?

Hey, check out his male role model.

That's my friend, Walter.

He's even got a buddy.

Of course.

He followed my advice.

Walter, it's such a pleasure to meet
you.

Yeah,

great earring, Walter. Can I have the
other one?

Well, I was out of town. I was walking
around the phone store.

He says no.

Hello, Walter.

What do you want to be when you grow up?
A speech therapist?

Thank you.

Hello, Walter.

Did I get you something to drink or
something to wipe your feet on?

No.

Walter, you seem a little mature for the
seventh grade.

Yeah, well, you know, when I was over
there, I wasn't understood.

He was held back here. He said his
teachers just didn't understand him.

What are you two doing this afternoon?

Oh, we're going to go to the arcade.

Hold it. Hold it. I think I got it.

You're going to the arcade.

Oh,

they loved you, Walter.

It's not exactly the playmate I had in
mind for Jonathan.

Did you say playmate or primate? Oh,
stop.

Stop.

Hello. Now, listen, Angela, take it from
me. I spend a lot of time on the

streets, and I could tell a real
troublemaker from a good kid. That kid's

Don't judge him just because he mumbles
and he's got an earring.

Mm -hmm.

Yes, I will. I'll give her the message.

Goodbye.

Angela, you've been a bad girl.

You've been called to the principal's
office.

Walter and Jonathan have been
terrorizing the school.

Like I said, never trust a kid who wears
an earring and mumbles.

She probably just got something in her
eye.

Mrs. Bauer, will you come in, please?

He's next.

You're first.

All right? All right. Now, Angel, look.

Don't think of this guy as a principal.
Think of him as a man who earns less

than you. Go ahead.

Mr. Krebins, it's very nice to meet you.
I think it's very important that

parents and educators work together, and
I welcome this opportunity.

Who is he?

Oh, I'm Tony Massilli, sir. I'm her
housekeeper.

Yeah, and he also helps me take care of
Jonathan. He does a very good job. You

see, I think it's important for a boy...
Miss Bauer, we have a big

problem. I'll come right to the point.
Your son Jonathan is causing a lot of

trouble to our school.

Um, could you be a little bit more
specific?

I could be a lot more specific.

I'll read you some of the highlights.

Throwing water bombs at the crossing
guards.

Snapping girls' brassieres.

Oh, right.

You find that laudatory, Mr. Maselli?

Uh, no, no, Mr. Kreb. It's just that,
you know, I mean, every guy did that

of stuff when he was a kid. You know,
hey, I snapped my share of bras, didn't

you?

I guess not.

Moving right along.

Forcing a hall monitor to pretend he's a
horse.

and using them for transportation.

And my personal favorite, mooning the
girl's gym teacher.

You mean my son actually exposed his
little... Yes, that's what he means.

Well, Mr. Crevins, I'm sorry... glad you
brought this to my attention. I will

make sure that Jonathan understands that
this kind of behavior is positively

unacceptable and I'll forbid him to see
that boy Walter.

You know, Walter.

The mumbler. Mrs. Bauer, I had a long
talk with Jonathan this afternoon and it

seems the problem goes a lot deeper than
Walter.

In fact, it might be traced directly to
you.

Oh, hold on here, Mr. Crebbins. Angela
Bauer never wound anyone in her life.

I mean... Thank you, Tony. Well, you
know what I mean. I mean, she's a great

parent and a great mother. In fact, if I
was to have a kid today, right now, I

would want her to be the mother.

Tony, that's so sweet.

Well, I would.

Well, you would be a great father.

You think so? Well, I, you know, I have
a future.

Would you two like me to leave?

Mrs. Bauer.

Your son desperately wants to please
you. He knows you want him to be popular

and have a lot of friends.

But from a child who's just skipped an
entire grade, those are very high

expectations.

Almost too high.

You see what he's doing to try to fit
in.

I... I see.

All right, now look, Angela.

Don't worry about this. This is not the
end of the world. We're in this

together. We'll work it out. He's right,
Mrs. Bauer.

obviously have a very good relationship
with your son.

Yeah. And a very interesting one with
your housekeeper.

Oh, boy, oh, boy. Come on, Sam. Hurry
up. Get the scissors.

I gotta get my jeans ready for my date
tonight.

Now, Mona, slow down.

This takes concentration. You have to do
it just right, otherwise you'll show

too much size.

Okay?

Make a little nip. Uh -huh. And then
pull gently. Okay? Okay. Got it? There

go. There's the little nip.

All right.

And now gently pull.

Gently pull. Okay, here we go. Okay.

Uh -oh.

Well,

it'll be okay.

Come on.

I'll teach you how to wash them.

Teach me how to shrink them.

Jonathan?

Jonathan? Yeah, Mom?

Would you come down here, honey? We want
to talk to you.

Is this going to take long? I'm working
on some projects upstairs.

Science projects?

No, extracurricular.

It's the extracurricular we want to talk
to you about.

We just came from the principal's
office.

Oh, did he mention me?

It's funny, but you know, your name did
come up.

Jonathan, I've made some mistakes.

And you have made some mistakes.

And I'm going to do some changing.

And you're going to do some changing.
And guess who's going first?

But I don't want to change. Things are
going real good.

Jonathan, where are you getting your
information from, my man? Hold on.

Is Jonathan home, sir?

Walter, is that you?

Sir, yes, sir.

Come in.

Walter, what happened? Where's your
earring? Where's your crummy clothes?

Your image is totally shot.

Tell me.

My dad sent me to military school.

He says I'm going to have a career in
the armed forces.

Well, we'll all sleep better knowing
that.

I just came over to say goodbye.

From now on, you're on your own.

Passing the exploding cigar over to you.

Make me proud.

This is terrible.

Oh, don't worry about it, buddy. Hey,
the army has survived a lot worse.

Not him, me. I lost my friend.

Well, Jonathan, maybe that's for the
best.

But he was my ticket to popularity.

No, no, no. He was your ticket to
trouble. You'll be much better off on

own.

I don't feel so good. I think I'll be
sick tomorrow.

Oh, hey.

Hey, yo, Jonathan, come on now. For a
guy in junior high school, that's a

cop -out.

You're right.

Mom, I want to go back to sixth grade.

Well, Jonathan, if that's what you want,
you got it.

What?

See, this is where I do some changing.

There's no pressure.

You can go back to sixth grade if that's
what you want.

Totally up to you.

Is this some kind of trick?

No, I think your mother's on the level.

Okay, then.

I'm going back to my old school.

Well, everything was fine right up to
the totally up to you part.

Well,

I think I'm going to turn in, okay?
Yeah, I think I will, too.

Gosh, it has been a long day.

Hi, Tony. Hey, June.

Sweetheart, what are you doing up?

Well, I was kind of waiting for you to
come up and tell me to go to junior high

tomorrow.

Jonathan, I am not going to do that.

Don't you care about me anymore?

Of course I do.

It's just that you're growing up and
you've just got to start making your own

decisions.

Boy.

This is a tough one.

If I go back to sixth grade, it'll be a
lot easier.

But if I stay in seventh, I'll get to
chop up a frog.

I don't know what to do.

Jonathan?

Yeah, Mom?

Chop up a frog.

Really?

Good night, Tony. Good night, pal.

Mom, you did real good there, Mom.

Hey, without a manual.

You really think so? Yeah, I do. And you
know what else I want to say, Angela?

What?

I want to tell you that I meant every
word that I said in that principal's

office today.

Oh, Tony, I want you to know that I did,
too.

Yeah, because, you know, I love snapping
brassieres. Oh, no!

You're playing my song, Sam.

You're going to stop the show at that
rock concert tonight.

Well, I just think it's great that Tony
is letting her go. I have real respect

for a parent who gives his child some
faith and a little freedom. Yeah, and a

seat right next to him.

Come on, Dad. We're going to be late.

Could you believe this? I have to go to
a concert with my father? Is there

anything more humiliating?