All language subtitles for mr_belvedere_s04e10_kevin_s_model

I'm going.

Oh, don't you look nice. Wait a minute.
Just let me fix this.

Come on, Mom. It's the first day of
classes. I don't want to be late. You

I can hardly believe it. It seems like
only yesterday that we were getting you

dressed for your first day of
kindergarten.

Well, I've got to go.

Remember, George, how he cried and cried
and said, I want to be late.

I don't think we'd have ever gotten you
there except finally Daddy and I told

you that we were taking you on a trip to
the ice cream factory.

Oh, the scream you let out when we
pulled up in front of that school?

I remember.

I still have nightmares about it.

It's okay.

They're not as bad as they used to be.

I'm done with my cereal.

Well, I was just chuckling over a story
I've been reading in this newspaper for

the last 15 minutes.

No?

Toxic spill leaves 500 homeless.

Yes, I thought you'd get a kick out of
that.

Morning, gang. Good morning. Morning.

I'm dropping your mom at work. See you
tonight. Sure. Have a nice day. Thank

you. Yes, of course, Mrs. Huffnagle.

If I find out anything, I'll let you
know right away.

What is it?

That was Hortense Huffnagle.

It seems a small rock just came through
her living room window.

Hey, how come the minute something bad
happens, everybody automatically thinks

did it?

It saves a lot of time.

Yeah, well, it couldn't have been me,
because it just so happens... I've been

here the whole time eating my cereal.

It was my cereal, and he just came in.

I think she's crazy.

Her zits must be affecting her brain. I
don't know how that window got broken.

Look in the stone basket.

There's nothing there.

Ooh.

A slingshot.

Okay, let's have it.

I didn't do it on purpose. I was aiming
at their birdbath, but it ricocheted off

the mailman and hit their window.

and pay for a new window out of my
allowance.

You bet your sweet butt you will.

Yes, sir.

Wait a minute.

Where did you get this?

Uh -oh.

And you thought it was Elsa.

Well, I ordered it from Dad's hunting
catalog.

But they only take credit cards.

Yeah, how about that?

from school and up to your room. We will
discuss your punishment when your

father and I get home.

Yes, ma 'am.

No one glad.

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

And we just might live a good life yet.

Come on, this is going to be great. It's
the only X -rated class on

campus. Carl, it's an art class.

Just because there's nude models,
there's nothing sexy about it. So you

well stop drooling. Yeah.

Anyway, I don't know why we're here. We
don't even know how to draw. Maybe

they'll let us trace.

I'm leaving. No, no, come on. Let's get
some seats up front.

Good afternoon.

I'm Miss Fielding, and welcome to
Illustration 102.

She's dressed.

She's the teacher, Carl.

For the next ten weeks, we'll take a
close look at the human anatomy.

Our models will be unknown, so I expect
the proper level of decorum. Our model

today... It's Jamie Douglas.

I would like you to pay particular
attention to the latissimus and the

maximus.

It's a guy.

Yeah, but he's not bad.

How's it going?

Good. I cut up all the potatoes in a
little starch, just like you said.

Oh, very good, Wesley.

told me to keep her hands busy.

Now, I wouldn't be being punished in the
first place if Miss Piggy hadn't

squealed on me.

Look, you're the one that broke the
window and lied about it, not your

Yeah, I know.

Now, I'm going to be away for a few
minutes, and I want you to mash these

they're absolutely smooth and there
isn't a lump in them.

Okay, then what should I do with them?

I don't care. We're having rice.

Excuse me, is this Illustration 102?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure is. Oh, good.

Hey, uh, I don't remember seeing you
here the first couple days. I wasn't

Probably explains it.

So, are you an art major?

Political science and history.

What about you?

Business and pleasure.

Um, actually, I'm undeclared. My name's
Kevin.

Hi, Kevin.

All right, if everyone will be seated.

Excuse me. Um, listen.

I'd like to see more of you.

That might be possible.

Today we'll focus on the muscle groups
of the back and the shoulders as we move

on to the drawing of the female form.

Our model today is Miss Amy Nelson.

Boy, it's not even your first date.

Here you go.

Cheeseburger. Nothing on it.

Oh, and I got you some hot coffee. I
figure it must get pretty cold up there.

It does. Thanks.

So, listen.

I'm curious.

How did you get into this line of work?

Well, I don't know. I saw an ad on the
bulletin board, and I figured, why not?

Anyway, it pays a lot more than working
at McDonald's.

And you don't have to wear the little
hat.

People find out that I do this, and they
sort of get the wrong idea.

Oh, not me.

I mean, I understand. It's a classical
discipline, and I think it's real

interesting.

Good.

So, listen, are you doing anything
Friday night?

Oh, I don't know.

I was thinking maybe we could go see a
movie or something.

Oh, and there's this neat little French
place I'd like to take you to.

Sure, sounds like fun.

Great.

Is it fancy?

Huh? The restaurant. I just want to know
what to wear.

Oh, it doesn't matter.

I mean, wear something.

I'll get it.

Real funny, Wesley. I know you're out
here.

Wesley?

Yeah, Heather?

How did you get up there so fast?

Never mind. I just thought there was
somebody at the door.

It's all clear, Miles.

So she fought for it?

Like a ton of bricks.

I still don't know what we're doing this
for.

Look, I got in trouble because she
ratted on me. But by the time we're

she'll be so nuts, nobody will ever
believe another word she says.

Not even her.

What?

No.

You've been seeing an awful lot of her.

How'd you know?

What do you mean?

Look, Mr. Belvedere, remember how I told
everybody that I met Amy in

Fundamentals of Accounting? Yes.

Well, I lied.

I met her in art class.

Good Lord, do your parents know?

The thing is, she's not really in the
class. She's a nude model.

I see.

Yeah, so does everybody else.

I mean, it's kind of embarrassing.

I assume she'll be wearing clothes
tonight.

Oh, come on, Kevin. There's nothing
wrong in being a model.

Yeah, I know. It's just kind of hard to
get serious about someone that everybody

in the world has seen naked.

Golly, I haven't.

You know what day this is?

Huh?

It was two weeks ago tonight that we had
our first date.

Oh, yeah, right, right.

So?

I got you a little something.

Oh, Amy.

Thanks.

See, it's Popeye and olive oil.

Isn't that kind of a cute couple?

It's like a... Of course, I'm not as
skinny as she is, but I guess you

know that.

You don't like it.

I could get you one with blue dough.

No, no, it's fine.

Is something wrong?

No, look, it's just...

If we're going to make a commitment to
each other, I think we should do it

right. Okay. I mean, I'll promise to
stop seeing other people, and you'll

promise to stop letting other people see
you.

Naked, I mean.

Why?

Why?

Because I hate it, that's why. I mean,
look around you. Every guy in this whole

place is staring at you.

Look, I just think you're going to be my
girlfriend. You should give up all this

model junk.

I thought you said it was a classical
discipline.

Yeah, well, that was before.

Hey.

Hey, what are you jerks looking at, huh?
Haven't you ever seen a naked girl

before? Where?

Look, Kevin.

I like what I do.

And I don't have anything to be ashamed
of.

If you can't handle that, then that's
your problem.

All right, look, Amy.

Happy anniversary.

Whoops. Forgot the paper.

Let that open.

You

know

what else is good?

Cocoa puffs and prune juice.

Come on, Mr. B.

Hey, who shut the front door?

I almost froze out there.

Perhaps it was the wind.

And, Heather, didn't I tell you last
night to put the car in a garage?

I did.

Then how come it's sitting out in the
street covered with snow?

Well, I was sure I'd put it away, but I
guess I didn't.

You've been forgetting a lot of things
lately.

I know. I'm sorry. I'll go put it away.

Honey, don't you think you'll need
these?

worry about her.

Thank you, Amy.

Now on Monday, we'll focus on the
contour and texture of the cheeks.

All right.

She means these.

Let's not catch up with you, okay? Yeah.

I don't want to be late. Look, Amy, I
just wanted to apologize.

Oh? I know I acted like a jerk last
night. It's just, I like you so much, I

a little crazy.

Yeah, I noticed.

Anyway, I'm sorry I ruined our
anniversary.

I promise, it won't happen again.

It's okay.

I guess I should be flattered.

Because I thought about it, Amy, and I
realized... How hard you're working to

put yourself through school.

I mean, you're only doing this because
it's a real good job.

Right.

So guess what?

I found you a better one.

Wanted clerk typist Arab studies
department?

You don't even have to wear the veil.

Hey, Amy, come on. You can at least try
getting a regular job.

I'll pay you to get one. There's nothing
wrong with what I do.

Oh, yeah. You'd be hung up, too, if I
was doing it.

What? Yeah.

How would you like that, huh? How would
you like it if I was the one up there,

posing nude?

It wouldn't bother me.

Did I just hear someone volunteer?

Huh?

Jamie, our regular model, got a job in a
low -budget film.

We need someone to take his place next
week.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you're tall and good -looking
and...

You appear to have a very well
-developed musculature.

Great. Biceps are hard and firm. You'd
be perfect for me.

Us? I mean the class.

Yes. Okay, I'll do it.

I forgot.

Yeah, that's the first time I've asked
you.

Oh, great. Now I can't even remember
things I didn't even forget.

Mr. Belvedere, do you think 16 is too
young to already be losing your mind?

Ah, look, I wouldn't worry. At 16, you
haven't got much of a mind to lose.

Oh, look.

We all have our lapses of memory from
time to time.

Why, only yesterday, I forgot to pick
Wesley up at school.

Really?

Actually, I didn't forget.

I just couldn't face it.

Heather, what's the matter?

Oh, nothing.

I just saw a tree walk by.

Oh, really?

Oh, perhaps it was going south for the
winter.

wouldn't is to tell me what's going on.

Okay, kid. I want you to knock him dead
up there.

Just relax, take a deep breath, and come
out punching.

Kevin, are you ready?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.

Hi, Kevin.

Glad to see you can make it.

What are you doing here?

I work here.

Big laugh will try something a bit more
challenging.

as we examine the juxtaposition of the
male and female figures, with Amy and

Kevin helping us recreate Rodin's The
Handshake.

My foot's asleep.

So wiggle it.

Huh? Your foot.

Oh.

So, except for the air conditioning,
this isn't so bad.

of fun, knowing all the girls in the
class can't take their eyes off me.

As a matter of fact, I might quit my job
at Mr. Cluck's.

Take this up full time.

Fine.

Hey, this is driving you crazy. I know
it.

No, it's not.

Yeah, well, it is me. Kevin! All right,
class is dismissed. There's nothing to

be seen here. Kevin, stop it! All right,
I forgot. You like it up here. This is

how you get your kicks.

a girl go by here?

Does she look like this?

Hi, Amy.

I've been looking all over for you.

Leave me alone.

Come on, Amy. Give me a break.

Barely managed to shake the campus
police.

Oh.

Okay, you better sit down.

People are starting to stare.

Look, I'm really sorry about what I said
before. You know, about you getting

your kicks from this.

Really? I mean, it wasn't me talking.

It was a cold floor.

Look, Kevin, I don't think this is going
to work out.

I mean, I'm going to keep modeling, and
you're going to keep going nuts because

other guys are looking at me. That's not
it.

Okay? I don't care about the other guys.
It's me seeing you that's driving me

crazy. What?

Amy, I see you up there like that every
day.

Then when I take you home at night, I
barely manage to get a goodnight kiss.

I like to go slow with that kind of
stuff.

I guess I'm old -fashioned that way.

Yeah, well, I always figured you care
about somebody first. Then you see them

like this.

I guess I'm old -fashioned, too.

So what do you think we should do?

I don't know.

I guess you should just keep on
modeling, and I'll keep being crazy.

Well, at least you're dressed for it.

Maybe you went in here.

I'll see you.

Hi, Mr. Belkier.

Hello, Wesley.

Uh, is there any of that chocolate cake
left?

Yes, you'll have to get it for yourself.

I have to run to the hospital to meet
your parents.

How? What happened?

We had a call from school.

Seems your sister's had a nervous
breakdown.

She did?

Poor girl. When they took her away, she
was mumbling something about being

attacked by a Christmas tree.

She really is quite mad.

Oh, no, and it's all my fault.

It is?

I've been doing bad stuff to her, trying
to drive her crazy.

Well, apparently you've done a very good
job.

But I must run.

I don't want to miss the shock therapy.

be right back.

At any rate, now that all the
gaslighting is over and done with, the

household has returned to its normal
level of insanity.

It's too bad, too.

I'd already picked out Wesley's
straitjacket.

As for Kevin and Amy, they've resolved
their differences.

And Kevin says they're going to be
seeing a lot more of each other.

I'm afraid to ask what that means.

I never told Kevin that back in my
bohemian days, I posed for a sculptress

Paris who said she wanted to immortalize
me.

Personally, I just think she wanted to
see me naked.

Later tonight on Nightline with Ted
Koppel, a Christian scientist couple is

charged with manslaughter after they
refused medical treatment and their

died. Is it child neglect or religious
persecution?

Tomorrow at 9, a beautiful model has
Ohada fighting for his honor. Then,

talk Spencer to gain possession of a
crooked judge's diary on Spencer.