All language subtitles for mr_belvedere_s05e11_new_years0

Let me help. Oh, thank us.

You know, Mom, this was the best
Christmas ever. Really?

Yeah, I mean, it was perfect.

We were all together, trimming the
trees, singing Christmas carols.

Dad didn't even make us watch Perry
Como's Christmas in Cambodia.

It was nice.

So do I have to see you guys on New
Year's, too?

What? Well, I was hoping I could have a
party here. I mean, without you or Dad

or anyone else hanging around.

Oh, gee, I don't know.

Well, there won't be that many people,
and there won't be any sex or drugs

either, because everyone's too afraid to
do that stuff anymore.

Well, your father and I were invited to
a fondue party at Skip's. Oh, come on,

Mom.

Okay, honey.

Great. Can you take him with you?

Mom's letting me have a party here on
New Year's Eve.

Oh, yeah? So can I have one, too? No.

It'll be good for me.

Mr. Belvedere says I need to work on my
social skills in case the FBI doesn't

give me a new identity.

All right, all right, here's the deal.

You two can have a party here together.

What? Yeah, Heather, you can invite some
of your friends, and Wes, you can have

some of yours.

I know you're both mature enough to work
on this together.

Right, Mom.

Okay, so at the store we gotta get
potato chips, bean dip, paper hats for

friends, paper bags for your
girlfriends.

Noisemakers, balloons, and cherry Kool
-Aid.

Hey, this is supposed to be a
sophisticated party. We're not gonna

-Aid.

Well, we need sun to mix with the vodka.

I'm kidding. It's just to fill up the
balloons.

Hello, children.

Hey, Mr. Philbeer.

Hey, Mr. Belvedere, can you think of
anything else we need for our New Year's

party? Yes, earplugs for me.

But you're not going to be here.

Yeah, it's New Year's. Your mambo club
always has a party down on the wharf.

I'm afraid it was discontinued after
last year.

Huh? Things got a little wild.

Our conga line got out of control and
injured five stevedores.

Come on, Mr.

Belvedere. Do you really want to start
the new year with people like us?

Certainly. Then I'll know the rest of
the year can't get any worse.

When you dropped your jacket, as you
came through the door, no one glared.

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

And we just might live a good life yet.

Come. Hey, Mom.

Hi, Dad.

Listen, do we have any vitamin C or
anything?

What's the matter? Are you coming down
with something?

I don't know, but I'm not going to be
sick until I meet your teeth.

Oh, you're burning up. Just a second.

Oh, no, Mom. Look, I'm just going to
take a few of these, and then I'll be...

Yeah, this is a friend of Mr.

Belvedere's. He's too shy, so he asked
me to ask you if you want to go out with

him on New Year's Eve.

I found your name in his little black
book.

Aren't you Donna King?

Almost 103.

That's not so bad. I'm surprised you're
not delirious.

Come on, young man. You march yourself
right upstairs and get to bed. I don't

even live here anymore. Well, I don't
care. If you keep running around in this

weather with a fever, you'll wind up
with pneumonia.

Hello, Kevin.

Oh, Mr. Belvedere, would you please fix
up Kevin's room? He's going to be

needing it.

But I was promised once he left that
children weren't allowed back anymore.

going to be here till he gets better.
Oh, come on.

Upstairs.

Yes, Mommy.

Oh, well, uh, can you wait till after
New Year's to get your hip replaced?

Yeah, I understand.

Thanks. So?

I can't find anybody.

Oh, well, if we don't find him a date
quick, we are gonna be stuck with him.

Hey, how about Broom Hilda?

You know, the Huffnagle's new
housekeeper?

She's not too old, and she's got that
snotty look Mr. Belvedere likes.

Oh, yeah.

But how are we going to get them
together?

Oh, I think I can arrange that.

If anyone asks, I've been with you for
the last ten minutes.

Only ten minutes? Then I can assume it
wasn't a bank job.

I didn't do it!

That doesn't sound like the Avon lady.

Can I help you?

Your son sprayed me with a garden hose.

Call him my son again and I'll spray you
myself.

It's just that I'm not the boy's father,
thank heaven. But regardless, I'm sure

it was an accident. Right, Bessie?

Aren't you going to introduce yourself?

Oh, I am. Sorry.

I am Lynn Belvedere. I'm the Owens'
housekeeper.

Oh, yes, Mr. Schumacher. I just started
working for the Hogmegels. How do you

do? As I was saying, I'm sure the lad
didn't mean to do it. Oh, yes, he did.

He's a spiteful little hooligan, and I
wouldn't mind giving him a good

throttling. Hey, sounds like you two
have a lot in common.

What's that mean?

Oh, nothing. Just that I detest him,
too.

And now, Wesley, I believe you have
something to say to Miss Schumacher.

Do you, Mom?

and I are leaving for the party now.

Hey, Mom, what is all this stuff?

Oh, well, sometimes Mr. Belvedere uses
this as sort of a punishment room. You

know, when your brother's been bad.

Anyway, what are you doing out of bed?

And where is this heater off?

No, Mom, it's 98 in here.

And that vaporizer's giving me jungle
rot.

Do you want to get better or don't you?

Yes, ma 'am. Look, I know it's no fun
being stuck in on New Year's Eve, but

don't want this to get worse, do you?
Yeah, yeah.

All right, I made this for you.

Mom, I'm 20 years old. I don't drink hot
cocoa anymore.

Sorry.

Here, give it to me.

It'll keep you nice and warm inside.

You used to put marshmallows in it.

I'll be right back.

Come on, Mr.

Belvedere. I don't think she's so bad.

Fine. Then you go on with that.

So, I hear you got a hot date with Hazel
over at the Huffnagels.

What are you two going to do?

Vacuum in the New Year?

That's if I'm not going. Hey, come on,
big guy. I'm sorry.

That must be her.

Get in. I've changed my mind.

This is ridiculous. Why should I go out
with a perfect stranger so you two bunco

artists can make a mess that I'll have
to clean up?

Hello.

Well, as long as she's here.

It's okay, I guess.

This is the most humiliating experience
of my life.

I'm sure you'll have worse.

Why didn't you invite some girls your
age?

I don't know. I don't see any boys your
age. They all left when they saw your

geeky friends.

May I?

Pediatrician says I'm out there growing.

That's great.

Excuse me.

Isn't it midnight yet?

Don't worry, you'll know when it is.

Why, you're not doing anything gross or
disgusting, are you? Hey, relax.

If you'll excuse me, I have to go check
on the frogs.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That's okay.

I'm Cindy.

I'm Kevin, and I'm no longer contagious.

Oh, you're Heather's big brother, right?

Uh -huh.

So, if you want, maybe we can go back up
to my room and share a bottle of

NyQuil.

Oh,

okay,

everybody. It's almost midnight. Is
everybody ready?

He's just faster than the rest.

Well, the living room's still here.

That's more than I expected.

Mr. House looks fine. You said it would
be a disaster area.

Oh, they only cleaned it to irritate me.

I had a very good time tonight.

I never had Egyptian food before.

Yes, I thought you looked rather worried
when the waiter said, one hump or two.

Anyhow, I really should be going.

Oh? Well, it's almost two, and I have to
be up early to fix breakfast at a

Hoffnagel's. I find that a community
trough is good enough for the Owens

While you walk me home, I'll walk you
home.

a bit under the weather this morning.
You mean he tied one on last night? Mm

-hmm. So is the car in the Huffnagle's
pool again?

No, because I was the designated driver.

So, how'd your shindig go?

Great. Yeah, Wesley was a designated
moron.

More French toast for anyone?

Yeah, that's quite a spread, big guy.

Yeah, Mr. Belvedere, you really didn't
have to make fresh apple juice.

Oh, once you've climbed the tree, the
rest is easy.

Oh, thank you, Wesley.

So what's with you, Mr. Belvedere? I've
never seen you in such a good mood

before. Well, I'm usually not when
you're around.

Just kidding.

You're a delightful little scamp.

I think he had one ho -ho too many.

I trust everyone kicked off their new
year in good style.

Yeah. So how about you, Mr. Belvedere?
How was your date?

Oh, you know, the usual.

Morgan.

Oh, morning, Elsa.

I lost an earring here last night.
Probably under the cushion on the couch.

Probably.

I mean, the usual for me.

Yes, Kevin?

You know, you tell me I should stay in
bed, and then when I call...

I'm sorry, honey. Is there something you
want?

I'm through with that.

Kevin, aren't these all your old things?

Oh, yeah, I found all this stuff in my
closet. Pretty neato, huh?

Yeah, but, Kevin, you're not going to be
here that long.

Hey, Mom, take my temperature.

I think it went way, way up.

Kevin, I took it 20 minutes ago. It was
the same.

Well, I'm bored.

Well, there must be something you can
do. Some schoolwork or something.

Yeah, but it hurts my eyes when I try
and read.

Well, I'm sure you'll feel much better
in the morning.

Well, you could read to me.

What?

What you used to. Remember?

Yeah, sure.

All right, what'll it be? European
history or abnormal psychology?

No, this one.

The Cat in the Hat?

By Dr. Seuss.

Any idea how late it is? Why, am I being
grounded?

I think we need to talk.

I'll have a nice chat.

I'm going to sleep.

Come on, Mr. Belvedere.

Very well.

We want to know what's going on between
you and Miss Sex Mocker.

It's Schumacher.

Look, you've been missing meals, staying
out at all hours, doing God knows what.

You've got us all worried sick.

I'm sure Miss Schumacher's real nice,
but maybe you're going a little... too

fast, getting too involved with her.

Yeah, we think you should start seeing
other housekeepers, too.

Look, both of you, I'm deeply touched by
your concern, but I'm a grown man and I

can handle these things fine by myself.

I can assume then you're taking
precautions?

What exactly do you mean by that?

I'm not sure, but I hear they're very
important.

Good night, children.

Hey, watch this.

Depth charge.

Dive, dive.

That's great, Kev.

Wesley, finish your eggs. You'll be late
to school.

Okay, okay.

More maple, Master Kevvy? Sure.

I don't have to go to school because I'm
sick.

What a lovely view.

Thank you.

I mean the woods.

The sun bounces off the empty branches.

Oh, yes, lovely.

So, I thought we could go to the drive
-in again, like last night.

Oh, have they changed the movie already?

Does it matter?

Actually, I'm happy in spending a little
too much time away from my duties.

Oh, I know, me too.

It's just that we have so much fun
together.

We seem to like the same things.

It's not too often you find somebody you
wouldn't mind spending the rest of your

life with.

Yes. Well, I'd better get on with my
raking.

Okay.

What about coming over later?

The Huffnagels are going to an NRA
meeting.

We could have the whole house to
ourselves.

I'd love to.

But I'm not really sure the Owens would
let me.

Can't you just sneak off? They can't be
watching you every minute.

the dinner table, please. Sure.

If you like, I'll take you down to the
mall after dinner.

Oh, yeah?

Mm -hmm. We can go and see that horror
film based on your memoirs.

Aren't you going over to the Huffnagels
tonight?

No, Wesley.

Why not?

Actually, I may not be seeing Miss
Schumacher as frequently as before.

Oh, she dumped you, right?

I simply decided we were getting a
little too involved and that we should

down a bit.

Didn't a certain somebody already tell
you that very same thing?

Yes.

But he was a little smack -faced toad,
so I didn't listen.

Did she take it okay?

Yeah, oh, very well.

It's a good lesson for you, Wesley.

How to handle a delicate situation in a
mature and straightforward manner.

Ben! Oh, God, hide me. I thought you
called me! I left a note.

Uh, hide in the basement.

No, that's the coward's way.

Is Mr. Belvedere here?

Oh, no.

He was deported this morning.

Hey, Wes.

Miss Sexmocker.

Where's Belvedere?

Remember, Dad? Those two guys came and
dragged him back to England.

Huh?

Remember? Something about a couple wives
back in Bristol?

Oh, yeah, them.

I don't understand.

we're ill, sir.

Hey, she was buying it.

I appreciate your moronic attempt to
protect me, but I should handle this

myself.

Come on, Wes.

I see you got my little note.

Yes.

What's the suitcase for?

Sir Huffnagel's fired me.

I'm sorry.

He said I was seeing too much of you.

Oh.

I'm so stupid.

I was actually glad when he did it.

I thought you'd say you'd quit too and
we'd go off to Maine or someplace and

open a little bed and breakfast.

Sounds very nice.

Then why not? We could do it.

I have some money saved.

Yes, I can't. Oh.

I promised the Owens that I would stay
with them at least until Wesley went off

to college.

Or the penitentiary.

I guess they understand.

The fact is, I'm rather set in my ways.

And I'm not looking for a long -term
relationship with anybody.

I see.

It's just that every New Year's, my
youth becomes a more distant memory.

For a moment, you made me feel young and
vibrant and alive.

But now I'm exhausted.

Thank you.

Well, we've got a bus to catch.

However, I'm certain that someday,
somewhere, we'll see each other again.

Hey, where's my hot cocoa?

Downstairs in the jar.

What are you doing? Packing your
clothes.

What for?

We want you out.

But I'm still sick.

Tough.

Oh, that's real nice.

Kevin, I don't know what's happened, but
ever since you've been in here, you

have turned into a bratty little 14
-year -old. Oh, yeah.

I mean, I guess it's all that.

Children's cough syrup.

Oh, look, honey, I know how nice it
feels to be protected and not have to

about school or finals or reality.

Yeah, and I guess it was nice having
somebody take care of me.

Just like they used to.

I guess I forgot how nice that was, too.

Well, I'll just pack my stuff up.

Sure, honey. I just want to finish one
more chapter.

All right. I'll do it.

Oh, no, no, Mama. You don't have to read
to me anymore. Anything for my little

baby.

Rex felt his insides begin to throb as
Jennifer let drop her

lace negligee to him.

Finished, Dr. Seuss?

Mr.

Belvedere will be right back.

As of this writing, Kevin's temperature,
along with his IQ, has returned to

normal.

Sometimes I'm not sure which is higher.

As for my lapse into adolescence, I've
just received a postcard from Ilsa.

She's invited me up to Portland to enjoy
her new bed and breakfast.

I might try the breakfast, but I'm not
too sure about the other.

Well, another new year is underway.

The colonials have a new president,
Wesley has some new hormones, and the

in general is bumping along.

But the most important thing is, I'm
still here.

I'll drink to that.

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