All language subtitles for family_affair_s05e17_too_late_too_soon

Hi. Hi.

Good afternoon, sir. Would you be
interested in buying a ticket for a very

worthy cause?

What is it?

Well, if I sell more tickets than
anybody else, I don't have to sell any

year. Well, that sounds like a good
deal.

Actually, they're for our college Mardi
Gras, and all the money goes to send

needy kids to summer camp.

The ticket's only $2 each.

Okay, yeah.

Five tickets?

That'll keep you from bothering me again
next year.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm going to call Greg.

You going to sell more tickets?

No. To get him to take me to the Mardi
Gras.

What are you doing?

We're listening to the record of the
weather.

What for?

To see if it ever changes.

Well, do you mind if I use the phone?

Just a second.

It changed.

The weather for tomorrow is going to be
cold at the beaches.

That's good, because we have school
anyway.

Hello, Greg.

Hi. Listen, you know the Mardi Gras
Saturday night?

Well, pick me up around seven.

I see.

Of course not.

You have a good time, too.

Goodbye.

The nerve!

What happened?

He's actually taking somebody else.

We didn't even know he knew anyone else.

The daughter of his father's friend, he
says.

Gee, I'm sorry, Sissy.

He didn't even buy a ticket from me.

Dear Greg, how could you do this to me?

Morning, Sissy.

Hi, Emily.

Can we do your room or are we studying?

No, no, you can start in here. I'll be
leaving for school.

Two points for our side.

I could have done Jody's room first, but
I thought I'd leave the disaster areas

for last.

Wait a minute, Emily.

You're throwing Greg out?

Yes. We are through, finished, kaput.

Well, under all that long hair, maybe
there's a nice kid.

Thanks, Emily, but it's over.

He's taking somebody else to the Mardi
Gras.

Oh, so that's it. You were counting on
him, huh?

I wasn't counting on it. I just assumed.

Take it from one who knows.

No man likes to be taken for granted.

I never take Greg for granted.

He's just always there, that's all.

Oh, well, there are plenty other fish in
the sea.

We'll just put this here for
safekeeping.

In case the other fish aren't biting.

Oh, well, how are the ticket sales
going?

They're not biting either.

Yeah, well, give me a few. Maybe I can
dump them for you. Oh, thanks, Emily.

Mrs. Turner, haven't you finished in
here yet?

No, and there's a very good reason,
Frenchie.

Oh, really? And what might that reason
be?

I haven't started yet.

I'm sorry, Mr. French. We've been
talking girl talk.

I see.

Sissy, do you realize you have a class
in 30 minutes?

I'm on my way.

told me I'd be late for school all
during high school. Now that I'm in

right? He's still telling me. That man
was born grouchy. No, it's just his

manner. You know what he needs?

A vacation from us, probably.

He needs the love of a good woman.

Mr. French?

Well, he's human, isn't he?

Right woman would sweeten him up.

How about you, Emily?

Oh, are you kidding?

You don't send a lemon to sweeten up a
pickle.

Well, the only other woman I know of in
Mr. French's life would be Miss

Favisham.

Miss Favisham?

Mm -hmm.

Bye -bye, Emily.

Hustle your bustle, sister. You don't
want to be late for school.

Miss Favisham.

Hey, caught you, Frenchie.

Taking time off from the job, huh?

Madam, I'm having my four o 'clock tea.

A cup of tea at four o 'clock in the
afternoon is a British institution.

Yeah, but who wants to live in a British
institution?

I'm sorry, Frenchie, I thought you'd get
away from me.

I tell you what, you go ahead and have
your four thirties and five thirties.

I'll take the kids to the park today.

Madam, I'm perfectly capable of
escorting the children to the park. And

occasions when I'm unavailable, they can
escort themselves.

You don't care if I never get any fresh
air, do you?

I beg your pardon?

Well, you go to the park, the kids go to
the park, I never go to the park.

Madam, your function here is to keep the
house clean.

What's the matter? Didn't you ever hear
of fringe benefits?

Hello?

Hi, Mr. French.

Hi, Emily. Hi.

Ah, good afternoon, children. How was
school?

Ah, the usual.

The teacher asked us a lot of questions,
and we gave her a lot of answers.

And sometimes they matched up.

If we can have a glass of milk, then
we're going to go to the park.

I'll get the milk, Frenchie.

And I'll be glad to take the kids to the
park. Now, really, madam.

You don't mind if I tag along, do you?
Frenchie thought I could use a breath of

fresh air.

I don't mind.

Only you won't have anything to do but
sit and talk to Mr. Abisham.

Oh, well, that's okay.

I'm sure we'll find lots of things to
talk about.

Hi, Miss Fabersham.

Mind if I put it down here?

Delighted.

What a pleasure to see you, Mrs. Turner.
Thank you.

I trust Mr. French isn't indisposed. Oh,
no, he's as disposed as ever.

Fact is, he insisted I bring the kids
over to the park this afternoon.

He was worried I was working too hard.

It's just like Mr. French to be so
concerned.

That man is all heart.

Always thinking of other people.

He's got nice words to say about you,
too, Miss Fabersham.

Mr. French and I are old friends.

Then you'd be the first to understand.

Understand what, Mrs. Jones?

How lonesome Mr. French is.

But he has Mr. Davis and the children
and his work.

Well, that's somebody else's house,
somebody else's family.

They don't fill all the empty spaces,
Miss Favisham.

Yes, I know.

How would you like to buy a ticket to
the Mardi Gras at Sissy's College? I'm

helping her out. Oh, I doubt if I could
attend.

It's for charity. You and Mr. French
won't even have to go.

Mr. French?

Mm. He's buying one, too.

Oh.

Well, if it's for charity.

Good.

Hello. Hello.

Can I help you?

You're Tiffy.

I'd know you anywhere.

Do I know you?

Well, we have a mutual friend, my
mother.

You know, Emily.

Why, sure, Dr.

Turner.

Come on in.

Let's not be so formal.

Jim's the name, short for James.

I was in the neighborhood, and I thought
I'd pick up my mother.

Well, she's not here right now. She took
the kids to the park.

I'm glad.

She might have been here, and you might
have taken the kids to the park. And

then I wouldn't have met you.

Unless, of course, you're a believer in
fate, and then we'd have met sooner or

later. Well, I think sooner is better.

Hello.

Uncle Bill, this is Jim Turner, Emily's
son.

Oh, I'm glad to meet you, Doctor.

My mother thinks more of you than anyone
else in the whole world, Mr. Davis.

She's pretty strong on you, too.

She told me about Sissy, but, uh... I
have a feeling there's a lot I'd like to

find out for myself.

Okay, well, let me interrupt.

I'm sure he's the greatest uncle in the
world, but I thought he'd never leave.

Do you want to wait in here?

Well, if you'll keep me company.

Are those doctor's orders?

Whatever it takes.

After all, I was only a med student at
the time.

If the chief surgeon said the woman had
appendicitis, I wasn't going to tell him

she had her appendix removed two years
before.

Well, what happened?

He removed her gallbladder.

Oh, you made that up.

I just wanted to hear you laugh.

You laughed nice.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, what are you doing here?

Well, I thought I'd give you a lift
home.

Well, thanks.

I guess you met my son, the intern.

Yes, we've been talking.

You could have stayed out with the kids,
Mom.

Cissy and I have been making up for lost
years.

I'm Buffy Davis.

And I'm Jody.

How do you do?

Where's your white coat?

The thing that hangs around your neck.

When I'm not on call, I don't wear them.

Then how can people tell you're a
doctor?

Probably when he asks them to stick out
their tongue and say, ah, then they

know. They know because my mother keeps
telling them.

What am I supposed to do? Stop being
proud?

Thanks for taking us to the park, Emily.

Yeah, you're almost as good as Mr.
French.

What's with the almost?

Because when Mr. French takes us, we're
the only kids in the park that has a

nanny with a beard.

Bye, Dr. Jim. Come see us again.
Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I'm ready whenever you are.

Okay.

Thanks for keeping me company, Sissy.

Oh, it was my pleasure.

Would you like to buy a ticket to our
college Mardi Gras?

For charity.

Hey, sissy, no fair.

I was going to unload one on him.

I'll tell you what. I'll buy one from
each of you.

Providing sissy goes with me.

Deal?

It's a deal.

Save one for me. I'll call you.

Okay. Bye. Bye -bye, Jim.

Bye, Emily.

Bye -bye.

Hi, French. I'll give you a hand with
that.

Uh, thank you, no, Mrs. Turner.

Kindly carry on with your work, will
you? Oh, say, listen.

If, uh, Sissy didn't sell you one of
those tickets to that shindig of hers, I

got one for you. Well, thank you, madam,
but she did.

Oh, good. You're going.

Well, hardly, madam. It was not my
intention.

However, the money was for a worthwhile
cause.

Oh, well, it's too bad you're not going.

To a collegiate affair?

Hardly. Well, I guess Miss Favisham will
have to go by herself.

Miss Favisham?

Yeah, I laid a ducat off on her.

Surely you didn't tell her that I was
attending.

You did tell her that I was attending.

Well, I didn't really. Not in so many
words.

Now I shall have to straighten this
matter out immediately.

Well, she has a ticket and you have a
ticket.

What's the matter with the two of you
getting together and making a date?

Madam. Miss Favisham and I do not have
dates.

Oh, well, that beats all.

She acts it up pretty good about you.

Know what I mean?

We've known each other for a great many
years.

Yeah, she told me, poor woman.

And why, poor woman?

Oh, you wouldn't understand.

You think us females don't have any
feeling.

We were talking of Miss Favisham.

Miss Favisham is a female, Frenchie.

Madam, this conversation has taken on a
decidedly personal turn.

We shall not discuss the subject any
further.

You're absolutely right.

This is strictly between you and Miss
Favisham.

Buffy, if that's Greg, you tell him I'm
not here.

Where are you?

Anywhere. I went to the library.

What if he says, when will Sissy be
back?

You don't know when I'll be back.

What if he says for Sissy to call him?

Well, tell him I'll call him.

If you're going to call him when you get
back from the library, why don't you

just talk to him now?

Would you please answer the phone?

Hello?

Hi, Buffy, this is Jim Turner.

Is Sissy there?

Well, if you was Greg, she's supposed to
be at the library.

But since you're Jim, she's just putting
goop all over her face.

Hi, Jim.

Okay, who's Greg?

Oh, he's just a boy I knew at school.

But you didn't call about that.

No. I just wanted to see if you were
real or if I had made you up the other

You didn't make me up. Of course I'm for
real.

I haven't much time to talk. I'm between
x -rays.

And I just discovered the toe bone
connects to the arch bone.

I'll see you Saturday night.

7 .30, okay?

Fine.

I can't wait.

Neither can I.

Bye.

That was your son, the intern.

Oh, was that Jim?

Mm -hmm. Oh, he's so nice.

Oh, you can say that again.

Not that I don't have my problems with
him.

What sort of problems could she mean?

I don't know. Maybe he never calls her
up to see if she's real.

Mr.

Davis? Mm?

Could we have a talk?

Sure, sure. Sit down, Emily.

Thanks.

What about?

Well, it's about Sissy and Jim.

Uh, I don't think we ought to let them
get too palsy.

Why not?

Well, it doesn't seem right, Mr. Davis.

You think they ought to judge that?

Oh, they're too young to judge anything.

All they think about is going out,
having a good time, getting hitched and

having kids.

You're too young to be a grandmother,
huh?

Ah, no, it's not like that at all.

I just think that we ought to put a halt
to it right now.

No, we shouldn't go in a fear, and
they're only going to go to a Mardi

Well, if you'll excuse me for saying so,
I don't see that anything good will

come of it.

What do you want me to do?

Well, I thought maybe you could talk to
Sissy.

Make her understand.

She's got a mind of her own.

Mr. Davis, I love Jim.

I know that.

And I think a lot of Sissy, too.

But they're from separate worlds.

Please, Mr. Davis.

Maybe you could tell her that if you
would.

Separate worlds?

That's ridiculous, Uncle Bill.

Sure it's ridiculous.

Maybe she thinks he's not good enough
for you or something like that. Well,

a doctor, for heaven's sake. Yeah, I
know, but she works for us, so that's

probably why she thinks it isn't right.
I don't know.

Oh, all the four -cornered notions.

Well, you can't change her. That's the
way she looks at things.

Well, maybe I can't change her, but I
don't have to listen to her either. I

mean, we happen to live in a society
where the son of a cleaning lady is

bit as good as the niece of an engineer.

Isn't that right?

That's right.

Don't. Hey,

Frenchie, ain't you dressed like
Saturday night?

Thank you, madam. I shall be going out
for a few hours. Will you kindly have

house in order by the time I return?

Were you off to?

In my circle, madam, it's considered
impolite to inquire about one's private

affairs. Miss Fabersham?

Well, yes, yes.

We have a luncheon engagement.

How about that, you sly old dog?

I shall be back, madam. Please continue
with your duties.

Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Hey, Sissy, did you hear?

Frenchie's taking Miss Favisham to
lunch. Oh, I know. And I arranged the

thing single -handed. Emily, I would
like to talk to you about Jim.

Uh, well, look, I'd better get back to
my work. Frenchie's liable to eat extra

fast so we can race back here while the
house is still messy.

Emily!

This is important now.

I understand that you don't think it's
right for Jim to go out with me.

Things aren't the way they used to be.

Now, you're just as good as anybody
else.

And Jim's just as good as anybody else.

And if he wants to date me, there's
nothing wrong in it.

Are you thinking that I was thinking
you're too good for my son, the intern?

Well, weren't you?

No, I was thinking the other way around.

That was a real good lunch, Emily.

Thanks, kiddo.

But I know I don't cook as fancy as
Frenchie.

You don't talk as fancy as him, either.

Well, it takes all kinds of people to
make a world.

Yeah, dogs and cats and turtles and
elephants, too.

That's right.

Hey, got a pretty good production line
going there, huh?

How many's that in this house while Mr.
French is out?

I'm going to the office now, so you kids
behave yourselves, yeah?

Uncle Bill? Yeah.

Uncle Bill, Jim Turner just called, and
he has to fill in for somebody at the

hospital tomorrow, so he won't be able
to go to the Mardi Gras.

So I'm going out with him tonight
instead.

Okay, honey.

I think we better have a little talk.

Yes, we better.

Should we finish the dishes, Emily?

Yes, you keep going. But if I hear one
crash, it's the last time I let you help

out.

You'd better wash, Buffy.

And you'd better dry, because I don't
want to take the chance of not being

to do this again.

Sit down, Emily.

Yes, sir.

I understand you think Sissy isn't good
enough for Jim, huh?

Oh, it isn't that exactly.

I mean, it isn't Sissy. It's any girl.

Jim isn't ready to fall in love yet.

Well, he's a grown man.

Yeah, I know, but he ain't a doctor yet.

And that's what it's all about.

I'm falling in love at this point. I'm
getting hitched. I could get in his way.

He's come too far.

He's still got a long way to go.

I see.

I know my son, Mr. Davis.

And if he falls in love, he'll want to
be able to support her.

And that means he'll take any job.

I mean, even selling, maybe.

Just to help along.

And there goes the whole doctor thing
right down the drain.

You're kind of jumping the gun, aren't
you? I just met her. It's only their

first date.

Oh, look, I know what a fine girl Sissy
is.

But there was something in the way they
looked at each other.

Yeah, there's some kind of chemistry
there.

Yeah, well, you're right about that. But
there are certain chemicals you

shouldn't put together.

Mr. Davis, I'd be grateful if you could
do something.

Nothing doing. Not me.

And my advice to you is keep your hands
off, too. This is something they got to

work out for themselves on their own. We
go sticking our noses in and we might

lose both of them.

But my son, the salesman, doesn't sound
the same as my son, the intern.

Oh, my son, whatever he is, that's okay.

Thanks, Mr. Davis.

Uh, listen, no offense, but who'd have
thought?

I mean, uh, a bachelor with more sense
than a mother, you know.

You know what I think, Jim?

Tell me.

Well, I think that we're on the edge of
something.

Something wonderful, but something very
dangerous.

If we stay right where we are, we're
okay.

But if we take one more step... Let's
chance it.

We'll never be able to turn back to
where it's safe.

You're thinking of my career, aren't
you?

You've got your whole future all mapped
out for you. And I'm sure when you drew

up that map, it didn't include me.

Well, I warn you, I intend to hang in
there.

Oh, that's okay with me.

As long as we stay on the edge.

On the edge.

For now.

Well, we're ready, sir. All present in
the county. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

We're going to go on all the scary
rides.

We're not too scary.

Don't worry. We'll look after Mr.

Frank. Well, we'll be off, sir. We have
to pick up the ladies.

What ladies?

Well, Miss Tavisham, sir, and Emily.

Which one are you going to take into the
tunnel of love, Mr. French?

Neither, Sissy. I'm above all else a
prudent man.

Come, children.

Bye. Bye -bye. Bye.