All language subtitles for Mr Belvedere s02e01 The Lion Sleeps Tonight

George, honey. George, turn over,
please.

Just turn over.

It's not so bad.

Just a little noise.

It's rhythmic.

It's almost musical.

Hey, I can handle this.

Morning, Wesley.

What are you doing?

Shh, watch this.

Fascinating.

Morning, Mr.

Owens. Hey.

I dreamt I was at a Lawrence Welk show
or something.

Imagine that.

Dad's on the couch.

Still snoring, huh, Dad?

That's what your mother tells me.

But I haven't heard it. Yeah, well, we
have.

Let's show him.

Jordan, I think that's breakfast.

Certainly.

I'm sorry.

That's okay.

I know it's selfish, but I have midterms
starting Tuesday. I've got study

groups. Hey, I understand.

Don't worry about me.

Couch isn't very comfortable, is it? No.

We used to have a guest room.

As it happens, my room is available.

Quitting? No.

It's my weekend off. I have been invited
to a little get -together.

One of my former employers.

Oh, there you go, George.

Nah. I don't like that room anymore.

It smells funny.

Sir, may I suggest you keep your mouth
shut? What?

When sleeping, I mean.

I've heard a bandage wrapped tightly
around the head can control snoring.

Well, I've heard a bandage wrapped
tightly around the throat can control

domestics.

Both hold wives' tails, I'm sure.

As we came through the door, no one
bled. But sometimes things get turned

and no one's fed.

All hands look out below.

There's a change in the status quo.

Gonna need all the help that we can get.

According to our new arrival, life is
more than mere survival.

We just might live the good life yet.

Sure, Angela, I want to, but Mom's not
going to let me go to a party on a

night.

Unless I can tell her I'm going to your
house.

Then you can tell your... Is that thing
on?

Just keep talking. I'll call you in a
few minutes.

Stop following me. That's great.

Leave me alone, Kevin.

Good.

You really need help.

Hey.

Hey, watch it, will you? This thing's
expensive.

Come on, Kevin. Do me.

All right. All right.

Okay.

Stop that. That is so gross.

Yeah, it makes everybody sick and I
never get to see it.

You know, I wish you guys would take
this seriously.

I'm getting a grade on this. Oh, give me
a break.

Oh, Mr.

Belvedere, could you go out and come
back in again? Why, what have you done?

I just missed you the first time.

I'm making a movie.

And I'm making dinner.

What kind of a movie, Kevin?

Oh, it's a project for school.

It's going to be a documentary on the
Owens family.

Oh, cinema verite.

Yeah, except nobody will do what I tell
them.

Kevin, the whole point of cinema verite
is to record things as they happen.

Allow people to act naturally.

Oh, yeah?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to put
these groceries away and get on with my

daily routine.

Oh!

They're not just for breakfast anymore.

Hi.

Hi, how's the doctor?

Oh, he's fine.

I mean, you're snoring. Did he find
anything?

No. And he was in there long enough.

Maybe you're allergic to something.

Yeah, that's what he said.

And if it keeps up, he's going to have
to run some tests next week. Well,

maybe tonight will be better.

Yeah.

Sure. Oh, George.

Come on, Georgie.

Now, I think that Mama Bear knows just
what

Papa Bear needs to help him sleep like a
little baby bear.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

First, we'll give you a nice warm bath.

We got any Mr. Bubble?

Oh, then we'll put on that Terry Como
Christmas album that you like so well.

And who knows, you know, maybe after
that... Kevin, what are you doing?

Oh, come on, Kevin, not now. Get away
with that.

Sorry, Mom.

Dad, what time's the bath? Get out of
here!

And dinner is in the oven.

Oh, in my absence, I've told the
children to listen to you, sir.

And they promised me they would.

Thanks. In case of an emergency, I can
be reached at this number.

Where are you going?

Europe.

See you on Monday.

Don't miss your bus.

Come on, Heather, I'm starving.

It's coming, it's coming.

velvet you're getting back.

Morning, kids.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, Kev. Want to get a shot of your pop
at the plate?

No, thanks.

Hey, Dad, I made you eggs.

Oh, hey, kitten. Hey, and just the way I
like them.

It's yellow and white.

Morning,

everyone. Hey, Mom. Hey,

Mom, didn't see Dad on the couch this
morning.

Yeah, where were you? I got balloons.

Yeah, it's been three nights in a row
now and not a peep. How come you stopped

snoring, Dad?

I don't know, Wes.

Maybe it was bubble bath.

Nah.

I didn't get one last night. Well, I had
to study last night.

Well, I just wish I knew what was
different around here.

Ridiculous. What's ridiculous?

What you're thinking.

What am I thinking? That Mr. Belvedere
makes you snore.

You said it. I didn't. Keep going, Mom.

Hey, look.

Some people are allergic to shellfish or
cat hair.

Me, I'm allergic to nosy English
butlers.

Well, we've all moved.

So, Mr. Belvedere, did you have a nice
weekend?

Yeah, so how was Europe?

A little drizzly, but otherwise very
nice.

Anything interesting happen over there,
like an outbreak of snoring or

something?

Incidentally, I hope your problem is
better. Much better.

I haven't snored for the past three
nights.

Wonderful. Yeah, it's too bad you
couldn't have been here to hear me not

snoring. You were gone.

Not here.

Away.

What an interesting coincidence.

Yeah.

Well... If you're needing anything, I'll
be away in the kitchen.

Come on, kids, let's get going. What
about Mr. Belvedere? It'll be okay. Go

ahead.

Look, honey, you didn't snore last night
or the night before that, and you are

not going to snore tonight.

Sure.

What now?

Let's go on. Oh, nothing. Just trying
this on. It's new.

I was snoring again, wasn't I? No. Oh,
no.

Even if you were, it has nothing to do
with Mr. Belvedere. Yeah, sure.

Oh, man.

See you in the morning.

This is only your dad, Wes.

I'm gonna bunk in with you tonight.

Okay.

Wesley, Mr. Belvedere is tired and would
like to go to keep.

All right, all right, you can have the
bed.

But I'm taking the cookies.

Maybe it is me.

This is fun.

Wes, who's there?

No one, George.

You're dreaming.

Belvedere.

Where's Wes?

He took refuge in my room.

Yeah, I know. I'm snoring again. So I
hear.

You make me snore.

That's very flattering, George, but it's
late, and I think I'd better find

somewhere else to sleep.

How about right here?

Right here? With you?

Sure.

It's your fault I'm making all this
noise.

Why not stick around and enjoy it?

Right. We'll confront the problem head
on.

A sort of shock therapy.

That's mine.

Bottoms up. Oh, no problem.

I had an offer on the Orient Express.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Good night, Belvedere. Good night,
George.

I hope these things are sturdy.

Belvedere?

Belvedere?

The bed's on fire!

Immigration!

George?

What's the matter, Belvedere? Can't
sleep?

Yes, I felt this sudden kicking
sensation.

Well, if it's a boy, name it after me.

Frightfully amusing, I'm sure.

Good night, George.

Bit crapped up there for you, Belvedere?
I'm fine.

Well, you're probably not used to
roughing it like this.

Sir, this is a bedroom, not the
Northwood.

You don't have to tell me that.

I spent a summer in the Northwoods,
cutting pine.

You were a lumberjack?

Yeah. So was I.

But I was in the Amazon, and my wood was
mahogany.

Sure, sure.

Nice and warm.

When I was stationed in Alaska, I pulled
guard duty.

20 below zero.

20 below?

That was summer in my man.

In winter, your words would feed, and
you wouldn't hear them until spring.

Yeah, I remember the spring of 72, the
Harrisburg flood.

I'd fill sandbags for three days
straight.

I spent four days evacuating the troops
from Dunkirk.

I remember the trip very well. Yeah,
yeah, all right, all right, all right.

Okay, you've done some things.

I've done some things.

Big deal.

You're quite right.

We were getting a bit childish.

Good night, Belvedere. Good night,
George.

I met MacArthur.

I have his pipe.

Wes, honey, time to get up.

What are you doing in Mr. Belvedere's
room?

Oh, dear. Morning, Mrs. Evans.

What's going on?

We spent the night together.

A sort of experiment in terror.

Norah? I didn't sleep.

We just sort of talked.

Yes, I had a lovely time. Mine was
lovelier.

Have some coffee for all of you.

Morning, Dad. Morning.

What's going on?

I'm going to get the paper.

This is one dull family.

Maybe the squirrels are doing something.

Mr. Belvedere, George just went to get
the paper, so we don't have much time.

Are we making a run for it?

happened last night, and I don't know if
you know George's crazy idea about you

and his snoring. Actually, he may be
right.

Well, I mean, snoring can be caused by
unreleased anger or pent -up resentment.

In George's case, I seem to be the main
source of both.

Well, stop it.

I mean, I really think that this whole
thing will blow over if you'll just try

to make an effort to be nice to him.

I'll do what's necessary.

Trust me.

That lousy Huffnagle dog!

What happened?

The stupid mutt chewed up the paper and
then did something on it.

Perhaps he read your column.

It's okay.

Let him take his little shots. I don't
mind.

Because I've got some news for you. And
I've got news for you. I quit.

Why? As I told Mrs. Owen, it's best for
all concerned.

Right? Oh, absolutely.

Goodbye.

Hey, wait. You can't quit.

I'm going to fire you. Too late.

Goodbye, Mrs. Owens.

I'm sorry things didn't work out.

Thanks for the memory.

So long.

Bye.

Children.

Hey, you walk out of here like this,
you're not going to get a reference.

All right.

I'll just have to make do with Churchill
and the royal family.

That's it, Mr.

Snooty. Start bringing up all your hot
shot, friend. Excuse me. You know what?

I don't think you ever knew Churchill or
anybody else. I know you.

And you know what else?

I don't think you went to Europe for the
weekend.

You spent it in a motel just to drive me
nuts.

Where's that number he left? That number
for Europe?

I really don't think... Come on, honey.
Where is it?

It's over by the phone.

Just curious.

That's all.

One ringy dingy?

Two? Hello?

Who is this?

Oh.

Sorry, Your Majesty.

I'm trying to get a pizza.

I hate you.

And I hate that. What?

That little ah you're always saying. Oh.

Not oh, ah.

Ah, what a stupid thing George just
said. Ah, what a stupid thing George

did.

I'm sick of that, and I'm sick of you.

Feel better?

I feel great. You're welcome.

Huh? I don't think you'll be snoring
tonight.

You want to let me in on this?

Well, you just had a little hostility
that needed venting, and I was happy to

the ventee.

No, there's nothing going on out there
either.

You mean you said all that stuff?

Just to get me mad at you.

Oh, the only other thing I could do was
leave.

And I like it here.

Yeah, well, we like it here, too.

You know what I mean.

I think I do.

Breakfast in 15 minutes.

What's that all about?

Well, Mr. Belvedere almost quit.

But Dad wouldn't let him because he
really wanted to fire him because Mr.

Belvedere made Dad snore again.

and Mom kicked them out, so Dad and Mr.
Bobbitter slept together in my bed, and

Dad called the Queen of England and
ordered a pizza.

Can we do that all one more time?

Hey, Dad?

Anybody?

Hello?

Allowing George the opportunity to vent
his repressed... regarding yours truly

seems to have done the trick.

He's now enjoyed his fifth consecutive
snarl at night.

However, I still say some of his remarks
were quite uncalled for.

What's he mean by snooty?

I don't think I'm snooty.

Just discerning.