All language subtitles for Mr Belvedere s06e14 Donuts

Hello, everyone.

Lynn!

Ah, hello, Ralph.

Hiya, Lynn.

Gotcha.

What's new?

Hopefully, those lemon crullers.

Well, it looks like it's feeding time at
the zoo.

It must be, Lamar, and you're out of
your cage.

Do you want me to put these in a box, or
are you just going to stand over this

tray and graze?

Ah, lovely.

Lemon crullers from a sourpuss.

hot remarks from a limey.

You two, you're better than the
roadrunner and the coyote. Here you are,

Thank you. Oh, come over here.

I want to show you something.

Oh, Ralph, it's not going to be another
of those practical jokes.

No, no, no, I promise.

Oh, good. My eyebrows are still singed
from the last one.

No, this is more of a tribute to my best
customer, Len Belvedere.

And they say sophisticated humor is
dead.

Well, come on, Luann. We're almost out
of jellyfield. You want to make some? As

soon as you get me some powdered sugar,
it's way up on that top shelf in back

where you know I can't reach it.

All right. I'll be back in a jiff.

Sooner or later, one of Ralph's
practical jokes is going to backfire on

Maybe sooner than we think.

Never matters for who cares When you
drop kick the jacket As you came through

the door No one's there But sometimes
things get turned around And no

one's there All hands look out below
There's a change in the

status quo Gonna need all the help that
you can get

Life is more than mere survival.

We just might live the good life yet.

And so, Beaver Falls Donut World is a
fatter place as we mourn the death of

Ralph Stelvecchio.

He will be missed by all of us here
today, especially his loyal customers.

Ralph Delvecchio welcomed everyone into
his humble shop until that fateful day

when he was buried in an avalanche of
powdered sugar and rainbow sprinkles.

By the time I got to him, he was just
laying there with a glazed look in his

eyes.

Now to say a few words in Ralph's memory
is a man who loved his donuts more

than, well, more than any man ever loved
donuts, Mr. Lynn Belvedere.

In honor of Ralph's memory, I have
written a poem.

It is called Ode to the Donut Man.

The donut man has gone away.

Only crumbs left on the tray.

The deep fat fryer is silent and still.

No lemon crullers left to fill.

No maple logs or cinnamon buns.

No jelly -filled or powdered ones.

No bear claws pups or apple fritters.

No devil food.

Thank you, Mr. Belvedere. That was,
uh... That was very sweet.

But there's more.

Save a little something for the
gravesite.

Ah, indeed.

Thank you. Those of you who wish to may
attend the burial, after which we will

serve coffee and, uh... You know.

Mr. Belvedere, that was lovely.

Yeah, real food for thought.

Well, then, that was some send -off you
gave old Ralph.

I never knew you could speak that way.

You mean inverse?

No, with your mouth empty.

Well, at least Ralph is in a better
place.

Obviously. You're not there.

Ralph made a good apple fritter. The
best.

Uh, Norman Randall.

Oh, how do you do? I have been Ralph's
attorney for the past 20 years.

Mr. Belvedere, I wonder if you might
have time to stop by my office sometime

tomorrow. Ralph left you something in
his will.

Save what?

I'm sorry you're so upset.

You bet your frosted long johns I'm
upset.

Why did he leave this place to you?

Perhaps... Because I have a head for
donuts.

Yeah, with a great big hole in it.

Adieu for the road on the house.

You trying to fix a ticket or just run
us out of business?

You've been on my back ever since I took
over.

Well, look at you. You stroll in here
late, you give away half our

and you eat what's left.

I have two words for you.

Make donuts.

You don't want to hear the two words I
have for you.

You are the most difficult,
exasperating, contentious.

Hello.

Hello, dear Luann.

We stopped by to see how things are
going.

Plus, Heather threatened to make
breakfast again.

Oh, everything's just fine, fine.

Well, then why are the veins in your
neck bulging out?

They're trying to keep up with the rest
of him.

Yeah, you sure spent a lot of time down
here. Don't you go home.

No. There are certain things I have to
take care of. Take care of? Of the four

basic food groups.

Fried, glazed, powdered, and sprinkled.
Here,

have some of my special double chocolate
donuts.

Come on, you can eat them on the way to
school.

Uh, what do I owe you?

Oh, no charge. We'll just put them on
Ronald McDonald's tab.

Hey, thanks, big guy.

Now who's giving away the dough? That's
different. They're my donuts.

My donut?

My donut store? My donut? My butt.

That's it.

I've had enough of your sass. You got
that right. I quit.

Oh, no. You're fired.

I can run this place very well by
myself. Thank you. You're welcome.

You know what Luanne did today?

She quit.

How did you know?

Word gets around.

If I never see that woman again, it'll
be too soon.

be a nightmare.

Yeah. If I pinch myself, maybe I'll wake
up.

This house simply isn't big enough for
the two of us.

You'll just have to work around each
other.

No mean feet?

No, it'll be easy.

When Mr. Belvedere's at work, Luanne
will be here.

Then when he gets back, she can go home.

Well, I'm back.

Fine. You can do the dishes.

You sure made a lot of food.

Breakfast is the most important meal of
the day.

Why is that?

Because I said so.

Morning.

Hi. Good morning.

Wesley, get that plastic vomit off my
plate.

Those are cheese grits.

Oh, well, I just wanted a root beer.

Root beer?

Is that the kind of breakfast you let
your daughter have?

You know, Heather, she's right. You
should sit down and have a balanced

Well, I'll see you tonight.

Bye. And where do you think you're
going? Oh, to court. I have to argue a

Not on an empty stomach, you're not.

Oh, Luann.

Don't all Luann me. You just got
finished telling her to have a balanced

Now, was that a bunch of hooey or what?

That's better.

And if the judge gives you a hard time,
just tell him to call me.

Okay, let's dig in.

Hold it!

Don't you want to say something first?

No belching?

Don't you want to say thank you?

Thank you, Ann.

Not to me, to him.

Okay, who wants to say grace?

Hey, I got all day.

Come on, Dracula.

Sucker veins dry.

Watch some shots for your theater.

Get back to your room.

Come on, Luann. It's late.

It's 8 .30.

Get going.

Luann, I don't think you know who you're
dealing with here.

I'm Wesley T. Owens, and I can be a lot
scarier than Dracula.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Fine.

Go ahead. Watch anything you want.

That's more like it.

And in the morning, I will tell your
parents about that secret Swiss bank

account of yours.

How'd you know about that?

Maybe you don't know who you're dealing
with.

Okay, okay, I'm going, I'm going.

Good evening.

It was till you arrived.

Aye, it's awfully quiet.

Have you killed everyone?

No. I worked them, fed them, and put
them to bed.

Oh, come now.

You expect me to believe that after one
day you've managed to control this

family? Impossible.

And where do you think you're going?

I want to cook.

You've already brushed your teeth. Now
get back to bed.

up that mess you made at the donut shop?

For your information, I was hiring your
replacement.

Just one?

I did the work of three. Yes.

Larry, Moe, and Curly.

Kevin! Kevin!

You were supposed to be working.

I was taking a break.

The way you work, what's the difference?

Wait, look, for 75 cents an hour, I
don't have to take abuse.

Customers will be pouring through that
door any second.

Now, have you got the hang of that
machine?

Yeah, no problem.

My first batch should be draining by
now.

All right, let's have a look.

What's this?

To eat or to sit on?

You said you wanted a variety.

expected more of you, Kevin.

What about all that experience with Mr.
Cluck?

That was night frying.

This is day frying. They're completely
different.

I think the only thing that's fried is
your brain.

Hey, will you lighten up? That was my
first donut.

Later on, I got much better.

Oh, yes, much improved.

What do we do with that?

Well, we can put jelly in it.

It's easy. Look, you just take this, you
stick it in the donut, and squeeze.

No problem.

Hey, I didn't want to waste the napkin.

Well, let's forget about the jelly
filling.

What these donuts really need are some
sprinkles.

Good idea.

But let's not forget the powdered sugar.

The whipped cream.

Or... the chocolate frosting.

You know, Kevin, you look much better
than your doughnuts.

Very funny.

Good morning, officer.

Oh, hey, Mr. Belvedere.

Hello, Wesley.

What can I do for you? I'm very busy.

But there's nobody here.

Well, they're all in the bathroom.

He doesn't work here.

Why not?

Creative differences.

Oh. Can I have a donut?

Well, only one.

It's either going like...

Maybe

Spot could use this as a chew bone.

Wesley, if you come here to make my life
miserable, you're succeeding.

Yeah, my life's pretty miserable, too,
thanks to Luann.

Well... I suppose there's good in
everyone.

Mr. Belvedere, why don't you just admit
that this isn't working out for you and

hire Luanne back?

I will not admit defeat, especially not
to her.

You always tell us to do the sensible
thing.

Don't you think you should practice what
you preach?

I will not be lectured to by a teenage
psychopath.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some
donut holes to glaze.

I'll take a dozen. Dad needs some new
golf balls.

Okay, Luann.

I finished cleaning my room.

It's about time.

What are you eating?

Modern donut.

I'm just trying to keep up with my
trade. Is that okay with you? Yeah, it's

fine. Good.

Now go sweep the patio.

Well, theoretically.

Isn't that why we're paying you?

Finish mowing the lawn.

Of course, first I had to shovel off the
snow.

Did you trim the edges?

Oh, come on, Lou Anne. Don't make me
work anymore.

Well, I'm going to mop. See ya. Hold it.

What's underneath that coat?

Huh? Come on. Let's see.

Ah. Just how are you supposed to sit
down like a lady in something like that?

Mom. Oh, come on, Lou Anne. That's not
so bad.

and it's in style now.

Let me go change.

Are you going to let her run our lives
like this?

You know, I never thought I'd say this,
but I wish Belvedere was back.

Me too.

Well, I just went to see him and he
wants to come back, but he's too

admit it.

And I think Luann wants to go back to
Donut World.

Well, maybe if we got her and Mr.
Belvedere together, they could work

out. Or kill each other.

Either way, we win.

Maybe she'll just mellow out.

Deny in five minutes if you pass
fingernail inspection.

Oh, nice of you to drop

by. It wasn't my idea.

They said they were taking me bowling.

They told me that once.

Then they dumped me in the country.

Too bad you found your way back.

I bet they wish they had me back now.

Oh, I'm doing the best I can. Oh, so am
I. But these donuts just sit here

growing stale.

What am I doing wrong?

That's simple.

You're making them instead of eating
them.

What? You lost your best customer.

Him.

Well, it was much more fun over that
side of the counter.

And I'd rather fry donuts any time than
to put up with those fools.

Why can't I make a donut?

Because you never learned how.

I did.

Donuts are my life.

Well, you'd think they'd be mine, too.

After all, you are what you eat.

Hi, there.

Why, hello, Mr. Randall. What brings you
here?

I just came by to see how you both were
doing.

Miserable.

Good.

I think someone would like to speak to
you.

Oh, hi, Len.

Hi, Luanne.

Why, it's Ralph. I bet you didn't expect
to see me again.

Uh, in case you were wondering, I'm
still dead.

And this is my video will.

Video will?

That's right, Len, my video will.

And if my plan is working by now, you
can't stand the sight of another donut.

Yes, you might say I've had my fill.

Yeah, right

I'll wait for you in the car.

Well, I suppose you might say we're
partners.

Just so you understand, I'm the boss.

Hey, Mr. Belvedere, can I make a kite?

Certainly, Wesley.

You see, I'm the boss in this house.

I bet I can make two with your boxer
shorts.

what we do best.

Donut World is running like a well
-oiled machine, and the Owens family is

which is as it should be.

I still drop by the shop every morning,
and sometimes I even offer my advice,

which is when Luanne puts her foot down,
usually on top of mine.

Deep down, though, I think she likes me.

Otherwise, why would she care enough to
limit me to one donut per day?

Then again...