All language subtitles for newhart_s07e06_i_came_i_saw_i_sat

Dad, don't be silly. You're not going to
stay at a hotel.

You're going to stay here with us.

Besides, this is a hotel.

You're my father.

I mean, automatically, that qualifies
you for a 30 % reduction in the rate.

See you soon. Bye.

My dad's flying up from Florida and
going to spend a week with us. Well,

wonderful. You'll finally get to show
him the end. And that's not all. He's

never been to this part of the country
before. I mean, and what could be more

beautiful than Vermont in the winter?

Rio, St.

Moritz, Barbados, Acapulco. If you're
interested in a little trip, Stephanie,

why don't we fly upstairs and clean room
two?

Then maybe a quick jaunt to room three,
then perhaps a junket on it. I see where

you're going with this, Joanna, and I
think you're very cruel.

Your father never had a daughter, did
he?

No, I would have noticed.

That's a shame, because fathers truly
live to lavish gifts on their daughters.

Say, I have an idea. Stephanie, aren't
you keeping your tour guide waiting?

Try to bring a little sunshine into an
old man's life.

Let's do Dick.

Let's do Steffi. Let's not.

What are you here for? Great news. It
took a little hustle. It took a little

muscle. But I managed to snare Ned
Millmore for an encore appearance on

week's show.

Isn't he the guy that collects rocks
that resemble famous people's heads?

The one and only. Iris in on a snap of
his latest.

Well, there's certainly rocks.

Don't you recognize them? It's the
Jackson 5.

All in feldspar.

Of course, you really have to squint to
make out Tito.

Forget it, Michael.

Weren't you trying to get that pitcher
who used to be with the Yankees?

You know, the one that threw the
greaseball.

Mulberry. Duke Mulberry? Oh, yeah, the
Duke of Oil.

He's on the Yak -Yak circuit pushing his
book.

Well, my dad is coming to town, and he
used to be a big fan of the Dukes. Why

don't you use some of your hustle and
muscle to get him? All right, but you

Ned Millmore he's been acting.

Don't be surprised if he throws his
Emilio Estevez through your window.

Let's do Emilio.

Emilio, Emilio, don't be a... Me, my,
mo, Emilio.

Emilio!

Oh, here we are, Dad. The Stratford.
What do you think?

It's large.

Okay, son, which pocket?

You know, which pocket's the toy in?

This one? No.

That one?

I fooled you.

Oh, look, honey, a snow shaker.

Don't think I left you out. Which
pocket?

That one.

Oh, Richie, you married a smart one.

A little souvenir from Sarasota. Oh,
well, thank you, Bill.

Well, let me show you the rest of the
inn.

I think I'd like to sit a minute first.
I'm a little jet -lagged.

Dad, there's no time difference between
Florida and Vermont.

That's right.

I'm not good at longitude and latitude
like you, Richie.

Hey, Joanna.

Knock, knock.

Excuse me?

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Sarasota.

Sarasota who?

Sarasota in the fridge.

No one tells a knock -knock like that.

Thanks, but I am serious about the soda.

Oh, all right.

Oh, this must be your father.

Dad, this is our maid, Stephanie
Vanderkellen.

Aren't you a pretty little thing?

Well, I could be even prettier if my
wardrobe wasn't so limited.

So sorry to hear you never had a
daughter.

Richie was like a son and daughter to
us.

Well, who have we here?

This is Richie's dad.

Well, when's your dad coming, Dick?

This is my dad. I'm Richie. Oh, George
Utley. Bill Loudon.

Nice head of hair.

Gee, thanks.

Dad was a barber.

Over 40 years.

Richie, who does he remind you of?

I don't know.

Now, you know who I'm thinking of from
the old neighborhood.

The Perkins kid with the sandy hair.

Sandy Perkins?

That's it.

You might think it'd be tough working
for a local celebrity, but it's not.

Dick's a good boss and a lovely man.

Well, I thought you might want to see
some of the town. There's the woolen

the town square, and I think I can get a
tour of the cheese factory.

Well, maybe later.

And I'd like to show you some of our
better department stores.

Hola, hombres and umbrellas.

Michael.

Come and meet Mr. Loudon. Greetings, Dad
-o -Dick.

Michael Harris.

Bill Loudon.

Say, I bet that blow dries well.

Except for a slight cowlick. I try to
control it with various gels, but I'm at

my wit's end. Maybe I can help. Could
you?

What a wise and wonderful man.

Dick, were you adopted?

Are you here for a reason, Michael? All
right. Well, after a little string

pulling, I managed to lock in Duke
Mulberry.

Oh, Dad, did you hear that? Duke
Mulberry's gonna be on my show.

Oh, yeah, I think I do remember him. You
know who I really like? That pitcher.

The tall, skinny guy with the white
hair.

What, Whitey Ford?

Bill, did Dick tell you that we're
having dinner tonight at the Drum and

He just happened to mention the
restaurant about eight times on his show

us the booth by the cannon at 7 .30.

Whoa, major coup, Dicksters. That
table's usually reserved for heavy metal

groups and those DAR babes.

Not bad, huh, Dad? Well, you kids go
along and have a good time. I just got

comfortable.

Who are you guys?

Gosh, no one ever asked us before.

This is my brother Darryl, and this is
my other brother Darryl. Well, nice to

meet you. I'm Bill Loudon. We surmised
as much.

Forgive us for not calling on you
sooner, but we've spent the past two

gathering nuts for the winter.

Darryl's cheeks are still smarting.

We don't have winters like this in
Florida.

You ought to move down there, boys. Save
some wear and tear on your cheeks.

Florida?

Isn't that the home of the Burt Reynolds
Dinner Theater?

Sure is. Hmm.

Mighty tempting, huh, Daryl?

I said, huh, Daryl?

Okay, out with it.

Yep, an acorn.

You've been hoarding, Daryl. You've
violated the code of the woods.

Just for that, no creme brulee for a
week.

Go where?

Fishing. Percy, if you don't mind, I'd
like to sit off that big breakfast.

Yeah, half a week is gone already, and
we haven't done anything.

At least the cheese factory.

Great, great. After I've had my nap.

Yeah, you'll want a nap after sitting
off that big breakfast.

I thought you were going fishing with
your dad.

Well, only if they'd bring the lake into
the lobby.

I mean,

the whole time he's been here, we
haven't done one single father -son

Well, what do you want him to do? Teach
you to ride a bike?

Well, we could review it.

Joanna, when I was growing up, I wasn't
really what you'd call a fun kid.

I was kind of...

Low -key.

Not you, Dick.

Oh, yeah.

My dad was always asking me to go out
and play football with him or go hiking,

but, I mean, it just didn't interest me.

I'd rather stay in my room and then take
things apart and see what makes them

tick.

For instance, did you ever wonder how a
three -way light bulb works?

It has three separate filaments, doesn't
it?

Yeah.

Anyway, after turning my dad down for so
many times, he stopped asking me.

So when he wanted to do a father -son
thing, he called my best friend Rusty.

Don't tell me.

He had red hair.

No, he kept stepping on nails.

Joanna, I'm going to go out there and
have fun with my dad, even if it kills

him.

Dad, wake up.

Hi, Richie.

Come on, we're going to go out and throw
the old horse hide around.

Well, there's snow on the ground. That
won't stop us.

You married quite an athlete.

Come on, let's kick some butt.

What's going on?

Dick and his dad are throwing the old
horse hide around.

Why?

I think it has something to do with male
bonding.

Eww.

Isn't that where men snap towels at each
other's behinds and pretend they're

superior to us?

Yes.

Dad,

I'm so sorry. What happened?

I was just swinging into the drive when
I saw Dick bounce a wicked knuckleball

off his dad's head.

Are you sure you're all right, Dad? I
don't know why they call them softballs.

Come on, I'll take you up to your room.
No, I'll be all right.

I'm a toughie.

Just let me sit a while.

Bill,

what do you think of this lab?

It's nice, but I liked the first one you
showed me better.

hundred number.

A person can shop without even having to
leave the sofa.

What a world.

First, we put a man on the moon.

You, uh, you ready?

Uh, ready for what?

To, uh, to go to my show.

I'm not sure I'm up to it after
yesterday's excitement.

Dad, we're talking Duke Mulberry.

I mean, you won't want to miss that. I
wouldn't dream of missing it.

The usual place for the TV, Bill? Oh,
you read me like a book, George.

Who wants homemade coffee cake?

You married quite a little hostess,
Richie.

You mean you're all going to watch
Vermont Today from here?

Oh, sure. It's more like a TV show this
way.

Gee, Dick, you're cutting it close.

Yeah, I guess I should get to the
studio.

Yeah, get a move on. How can we watch if
you're standing here in the room?

In four, three, two... And now, it's
Vermont Today,

starring Dick Loudon.

Hi there. Our guest today is baseball
great Duke Mulberry, who's just written

best -selling book about his life in the
majors.

Hey, Duke.

It's a thrill to have you on our show.

Thank you, Dick.

Hey, Duke.

How did they ever come up with the
title, Hey, Duke?

Well, one time during my year sitting in
the dugout, the coach said, Hey, Duke,

the phone.

I never forgot it.

That's fascinating.

Let's, um...

Let's go back to 1954.

The White Sox bottom of the ninth,
Yankees up by three, two outs, bases

and you pitched the grease ball that was
smashed right out of the park.

What were you thinking at that moment,
Duke?

Beats me.

That's 34 years ago.

but the owner of the team rushed out of
the dugout and chased you around the

field with a bat.

I'm still drawing a blank, Dick.

You know who'd remember that?

My boy, Little Duke.

He's right over there. Hey, can we bring
him up here?

Uh, sure.

Hey, son! Man!

Nice.

Nice to have you on the show, Duke Jr.

Little Duke, Dick.

You know, Dick, Little Duke and I aren't
just father and son.

You know, we're buddies, too. We do
everything together.

Hey, I never took you on any dates.

Hey, watch it, or I can still take you
on. Oh, I don't know that. I'm getting

pretty big.

Oh, yeah?

Oh! Thank you!

Thank you!

You know, I'll teach the boy, huh, Dick?

Well, getting back to your book. That's
a great idea.

Now, there's the cutest story in here
about Little Duke. Now, what page, son?

The one where you and I are taking a
bath together?

Oh, don't show me that. I tell you, this
guy, he is always giving me the

business.

You two aren't really that close.

Hey, I love this little palooka, huh?

Well, you know, I'm sure there must have
been times when...

You had your differences.

Me and Ben?

Well, now, hold on, son.

There was that one little tussle,
remember?

About who loved who more?

Oh, yeah.

You took baths together?

We'll have more of them on today after
these words.

Is this a put -on?

I mean, no father and son in history had
that much fun together.

Dick, not every son's idea of fun is
burning a softball into his dad's scone.

Don't you... Don't you find that
affection grating?

Dick, this is one of America's most
beloved families.

What are you going to do for an encore?

Pummel the Van Patten?

Back in five, four, three... Dick,
please.

Hey Dukes, let's cut the crap.

stick his head in the freezer and snap
off the end.

Okay, there's your lollipop.

Oh, there's one for you, too.

Much obliged.

Bestow, Darryl.

Oh, one more thing.

If you want to give it more fullness,
you may want to rub a little mousse

through it.

It won't hurt, Darryl. The baby ones
don't have antlers.

I have something for you.

We're not going to have to play catch
again, are we?

No.

Hey, Duke Mulberry's autograph.

He signed it twice?

Duke wouldn't sign it unless Little Duke
signed it, too.

Thanks.

That was quite a show.

Did you really think it was necessary to
make Little Duke cry?

I guess I got a little crazy.

Well, I don't blame them for walking off
like that, but it was pretty impressive

to see a man Duke's age carry a full
-grown man on his shoulders.

Well, you know, some fathers have fun
with their sons.

Well, we had fun. We played a little
catch.

I enjoyed every second of it till I
blacked out and fell in the driver's

Oh, don't give me that face. I've had a
great time.

When? You never got off the sofa?

That's just it. I didn't have to go out
and see the town. The town came to see

me. I got to meet a lot of your friends.
I told a joke or two, gave a haircut.

I even got to charge her a blouse over
the phone.

Well, I just thought, you know, you'd
have more fun if you stood.

I stood for 40 years. It's nice to sit.

Besides, your mother runs me ragged in
Sarasota.

Yeah, but I... I mean, I had all kinds
of things planned.

Richie, you don't have to go running
around a cheese factory to have a good

time.

You don't know how comfortable this sofa
can be. Come here.

Sit down next to me.

It is kind of comfy. Oh, yeah.

And you're sure you're having a good
time?

Oh, it's even better now.

Ow. Ow.

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