All language subtitles for The Golden Girls - 03x12 - Charlies Buddy.

(music) Thank you for being a friend

(music) Traveled down the road
and back again

(music) Your heart is true

(music) You're a pal and a confidant

(music) And if you threw a party

(music) Invited everyone you knew

(music) You would see

(music) The biggest gift would be from me

(music) And the card attached would sat

(music) Thank you for being a friend (music)

Ma, if you didn't like the dress,
you should have just told me.

I was trying to be helpful.

Asking if it came with a sign saying
"Wide Load" is not being helpful.

I will never ever take you
shopping with me again.

Fine, I'll shop
at the mall by myself.

Then I'll be able to pee
when I'm good and ready.

Dorothy, you found the dress for the
banquet. Oh, do you just adore it?

Does it stir emotions
deep within you?

Could you just throw yourself
down and die for it?

It's a dress, Blanche,
it's not the Alamo.

It must be pretty special.
It took you five weeks to find it.

That's because I'm hard to fit.

I can see that, Dorothy,
I'm not blind.

I didn't mean anything
by that, honey.

Actually, I tend to fall
between sizes myself.

Usually, I'm smack dab
between a four...

And a 16.

- Hi, girls.
- [Dorothy] Hi, Rose.

Oh, Dorothy, is that your dress
for the museum fundraiser?

- Uh-huh.
- Well, let's see it.

Oh, all right, but I warn you,
it is very simple.

Well, what do you think?

I think... you're my best friend,
so let's change the subject.

I think it's beautiful.
Exactly what I would have picked.

That settles it.
It goes back tomorrow.

What are you wearing, Blanche?

I'll probably grab some dazzling
little number from my closet,

that these people have not
been privileged to see.

Maybe the red, sequined,
strapless, backless, low-cut mini.

Why don't you just tie
a scarf around your waist?

[Dorothy] Oh, Ma, good news.

They changed the flavor
of Haley's MO.

- I'm taking the dress back.
- So?

So I'm sorry I lost my temper
before. And Ma,

I really would like you to go with me

and help me pick out a dress.
What do you say?

What do I say?
I'm your mother, Dorothy.

I was there for you when you
needed a communion dress.

I was there when
you needed a prom dress.

[Sophia] I was there
when you needed a wedding dress.

And frankly, I'm sick of it.
Buy your own damn dress.

I'll be over at Mildred's.

Rose Nylund?

No, if I start acting
like her, pull the plug.

Rose Nylund. Forty-three years
and I'd know you anywhere.

Are you... You're not...
Could you...

Buddy Rourke.

- Buddy Rourke!
- Yeah.

Oh, Blanche, Dorothy,
it's Buddy Rourke. Oh, come on in.

Buddy, these are my two best
friends, Dorothy and Blanche.

- How do you do?
- Hi, there.

Buddy Rourke, after all these years.

You don't know who he is,
do you, Rose?

Haven't a clue.

Please, don't be embarrassed.
We never met before.

Then how exactly would you
have known her anywhere?

Charlie never
stopped talking about her.

- You knew Charlie?
- Yeah.

- Please, sit down.
- I served with your husband

in the war.

82nd Airborne.
Fort Bragg to Nottingham

to Normandy and back,
thank the Lord.

Charlie Nylund was one of
the finest men I ever met.

[Buddy] I often wonder why he
put up with a wise guy like me,

from the backstreets of Boston.

I'm sorry I didn't
know who you were,

but Charlie didn't
talk about the war.

I always hoped Charlie and I
would hook up again one day.

But, uh, well, believe it or not,

I never had the occasion
to visit St. Olaf.

Really? You mean, not even to
change planes for St. Gustav?

Oh, you can't get to St. Gustav
by plane, Dorothy.

You have to go by toboggan.

Course, traveling in the summer
is really rough on the old heinie.

It's a great way to rack up lots
of frequent tobogganer mileage.

This is just amazing. How did you
ever find Rose after all this time?

I got Rose's address from
Charlie's army pension records.

And I realized
a lifetime had passed

and I never laid eyes on my
old chum's favorite girl.

So, I made myself a promise.
If I was ever in the area,

- I'd pay my respects.
- Would you stay for dinner?

I'm making sweet
and sour smelt kabobs.

Smelt kabobs.
Oh, darn, I had them for lunch.

Me too.

They served them on the plane.

And I'm awfully tired after the trip,
but I was hoping that, uh,

you might let me invite you
to lunch tomorrow.

- That is, if you're free.
- Oh, that'd be wonderful.

And if you have time, I'd like
to show you around Miami.

- I'll pick you up around noon.
- Great.

Ladies, it's been a
pleasure meeting you.

- Nice meeting you.
- Likewise.

Rose,

you're every bit as lovely as the
picture Charlie used to carry.

[Buddy] See you tomorrow.

- What a sweet man.
- Absolutely charming.

And he obviously idolized
your Charlie.

And more importantly,
he wasn't wearing a wedding ring.

Oh, Blanche, don't be silly.

I merely checked it out and I
noticed him giving me the eye.

Blanche, have you ever met
a man you didn't think

was giving you the eye?

Once, in 1976.

But it was only two days later
that Mr. President Jimmy Carter

announced to the American people
he had secretly lusted in his heart.

[Rose] You can't be serious.

Charlie read you
every one of my letters?

Selected passages. He selfishly
kept the more intimate sections

to himself. One, please.

I used to write him every
Sunday, after church.

That way I'd have all the
latest gossip around town.

No, he read me the gossip.
In fact, and...

...I remember there was some
kind of a scandal.

Uh, with a neighbor, I think.

Uh, the name was, uh,
let's see. Oh, thank you.

Phineas Wigley? I can't
believe you remember that.

Well, in all fairness, Phineas
Wigley is a hard name to forget.

Oh, I know what you mean.
The Wigleys were a revered family.

Yeah, until the scandal.

Oh, it was just terrible.

The Navy came to town to take
bids for a big submarine contract.

[Rose] They said they wanted
three submarines built for a million.

Well, Finneas said he could
make 100 for half the money.

So, of course,
he got the contract.

[Rose] When the Navy came
to check on the progress,

six months later, they discovered
there'd been a misunderstanding.

Finneas had made 100
hoagie heroes for $500,000.

He claimed the reason
they were so expensive

was he used all
imported meats and cheeses.

You know,
that story still tickles me.

Just as much as the first time
Charlie told it to me.

It just amazes me, how much you
know about my life with Charlie.

Rose...

...I don't think you realize how
very much you meant to him.

Or... how very much
you meant to me.

To you? I don't understand.

I didn't have a wife
or a sweetheart back home.

And when Charlie
would read me your letters,

I felt like...

Well, that someone cared.
And that meant a lot to me.

[Buddy] I spent a long time

searching for someone
exactly like Rose Nylund.

I never found her.

And now I know why.

There's no one
exactly like Rose Nylund.

- Oh, Buddy.
- Charlie carried those letters

in his jacket through the war.

I carried them
in my heart for a lifetime.

And I think I fell in love
with the woman who wrote them.

Dorothy, you gonna show me
the dress or not?

- [Dorothy] Be right there.
- Get a move on.

If you hurry up, I can give you
an honest unbiased opinion.

You'll still have time to return
it before the mall closes tonight.

- Well, Ma, what do you think?
- Pussycat,

- you look sensational.
- You really think so, Ma?

I really think so. I've never
seen you look so beautiful.

- Thanks, Ma.
- Who's the designer?

He deserves a Nobel Prize
for miracles.

Why do I even ask you?

I'm your mother, I'm gonna tell
you whether you ask me or not.

By the way, the sleeves are too long.

- I'll ask Rose to shorten them.
- If you can find her.

Ever since that guy hit town,
she spends most of her time

polishing his shillaly.

Ma, Rose and Buddy
are just friends.

Sure, and Michael Jackson
was born with that cleft in his chin.

[Blanche] Girls!
Just wait until you see

the little number I picked up
for the museum banquet.

Here I come!

- I don't believe it.
- [Stammering] It can't be.

Don't panic. Pick up one for Rose,
you can go as the Pointer Sisters.

You were going to wear
something out of your closet.

Well, I was. But as it
turned out, nothing fit me.

What did you expect, Blanche?

Last weekend, you ate
so many pudding pops,

you could have built the
Eiffel Tower from the sticks.

That is not what I meant.

I meant everything
just hangs on me.

Of course. That's why you
have to cover it with a dress.

All right, Dorothy, what
are we gonna do about this?

We are not going to do anything.

Blanche, it has taken me
a whole month to find this dress,

you are simply going
to have to take yours back.

Dorothy, be reasonable.

This dress looks so much better
on me than it does on you.

Hi, girls.

I love your dress.

- I am not taking mine back.
- I am not taking mine back.

Girls, I really need to talk to you.

This is crazy. Since when
do you care how you look?

I think it started when I
came down from the bell tower

and had my hump fixed.

Buddy's going back
to Boston on Saturday.

This dress looks sensational on me.

People expect to see me
in a sensational dress.

What do they expect to see me
in, a yarmulke and a Hefty bag?

He wants me to go with him.
To live with him.

And I think I might.

Rose, honey, you can't be serious.

- [Rose] Why not?
- You hardly know the man.

I feel like I've
known him all my life.

I talk to him about Charlie,
I talk to him about St. Olaf,

I talk to him about my family,
my animal friends,

I talk to him
about life on the farm...

If that man didn't get a medal
in the war, he deserves one now.

[Sophia] Wait a minute!
Did she just say "live with him"?

That's right, Sophia.

Not marry him, live with him.

[All] Yes.

Two World Wars,
a Polish pope and now this.

I may live to see CBS come up
with a morning show yet.

I just don't know what to do.

Well, frankly, Rose, I think
you're just rushing things.

But, I don't know.
Maybe it's better to live with Buddy

than to just charge full steam
ahead and marry him.

No, it isn't.

This is morally wrong.

It is epically offensive.
It's an out and out sin.

Why do I feel like I just fell
through the looking glass?

Blanche, how can you, of all people,
say something like that?

Well, Rose Nylund,
I have never lived with a man

without the benefit of marriage.

Excuse me, Blanche,
I think what you mean is

you have never lived with a man
without benefit of room service.

Being with a man is not the
same thing as living with a man.

You're right, Blanche.

Living with a man eliminates
the need for an overnight bag

and a stop at the drugstore.

And the need for marriage.
Family and tradition.

Not to mention wedding showers,
catered affairs,

the bridal registry at Burdines.

Well, I know what you mean, Blanche,
but there's another side to this.

If I had lived with Stan
before we got married

I could have spared us both
some very painful times.

And a bitter divorce.

And possibly given birth to
reasonably attractive children.

It does seem like
the right thing to do.

I'm comfortable with Buddy.

Everything seems so natural.

It's easier being with him
because he already knows

- so much about me.
- Yeah, but Rose,

- do you love him?
- I... think so.

- What about money?
- Everyone loves money.

Oh, I mean, have you talked
about financial arrangements?

If you were married, you could
have a prenuptial agreement.

But just living together,
all you can do

is steal money out of his wallet
while he's in the shower.

We've agreed to keep
our finances separate.

- He insisted on it.
- That's good, at least.

He suggested that since we'll
need a bigger place to live,

I should give him my half of the
money now before I get there.

So that it'll be our place,
not his, right from the start.

Sounds like you've
made up your mind.

I guess I have.

Oh, but I feel awful
about leaving you guys.

I feel like I'm breaking up
the Three Musketeers.

Honey, you go with your heart.

We just want you to be happy.

I am happy.

And I want you to be happy.

That's why I want you
to settle this dress business.

Oh! There is nothing to settle.

Now, I am wearing this dress.
Dorothy!

It deserves to be displayed on a
devastatingly beautiful body.

Who are you gonna send it to,
Kim Basinger?

What is that supposed to mean?

Why don't you think about it while
inhaling your next cheese cake.

How dare she imply that I overeat.

Makes me so mad!

Oh, darn. We're out of Chips Ahoy.

I'm gonna get out of this girdle

and go down to the market
for some cookies and bean dip.

Oh, hell, I'll just take the
damn thing off in the car.

Oh, Blanche, I'm glad you're here.

I have something to tell you.

- What are you holding?
- A new gown.

Oh, no! I wanted
to be the nice one.

I bought a new dress too.

[Laughs]

Mr. Marty's? On Market Street?

Where every dress is a
guaranteed one of a kind original?

If we have the same dress,
Mr. Marty's gonna be left

with one of a kind.

Oh, thank goodness!
Everything's all right.

Except for what I have to tell you.

It wasn't about the dress?

It was about Rose and Buddy.

That business of giving him
money has been bothering me.

So I've decided to do some
checking on Buddy Rourke.

And after a couple
of phone calls I found out

he had just retired after 45
years in the records department

of the Army Pension Office.

I don't get it.

That's how he knew about Charlie.

They never served together.
He just read his file.

But he knew all those
things about Rose.

He knew that she came
from St. Olaf.

I mean, everything else,
Rose probably volunteered.

You know her,
a stranger says hello,

and suddenly he's hearing the
life story of Uncle Fingerbinger

and his 30-pound rutabaga.

Then this is all just a scam
to bilk Rose out of some money?

Absolutely, and it is not
the first time he's tried it.

Where is Rose?
I mean, we have to tell her.

Dorothy, she said
she had to go to the bank

and then go to meet Buddy.
What are we gonna do?

There's nothing we can do.
Wait until she gets home.

- Oh, good Lord.
- [Sophia] Hey, girls.

How do you like this spiffy
little number I picked up?

Sophia, that's
the same dress I got.

Well, now you know how
it should look.

[Rose] I wrote the kids about you.

- [Buddy] Really?
- Oh, not about us. About you.

About how you knew their father.

- They found it unbelievable.
- What do you mean?

Well, that you and I finally met.

Oh, I thought you meant

they wouldn't believe there were
any dinosaurs still around

- from World War II.
- Speaking of dinosaurs,

did Charlie ever tell you
about how they found

the dinosaur bones
right outside St. Olaf?

- Rose...
- Karl Nickerson

was teaching his German shepherd
to bury a herring bone.

- Karl was...
- Rose!

You haven't even mentioned
about moving to Boston.

Are you avoiding the subject?

- I can't go with you, Buddy.
- But, Rose...

It wouldn't be fair.

I've given it a lot of thought
and I realize,

I'm not being honest with you.

- Or with myself.
- Rose, how could this be?

- We've been so happy.
- Oh, I am happy.

Happy with the memories
of Charlie that you rekindled.

Oh!

Sometimes I put those
memories too far away

because I'm afraid
they'll be painful.

It's the hardest on holidays or when
I'm lying in bed, alone at night.

But remembering Charlie
with you is wonderful.

I'm glad I met you, Buddy.

But I don't love you.

[Rose] I... I'm sorry.

Listen, I went to the bank
and I got something for you.

- It's a gold watch.
- It's Charlie's gold watch.

I want you to have it.

But this is a very
expensive piece of jewelry.

Please, Buddy.

I think I've taken enough
from you and Charlie already.

- What?
- Listen, I hate emotional scenes.

I'm the only Irishman in Boston who
avoids wakes and political rallies.

So, I'm just gonna run,
you understand?

- But Buddy...
- I'll write.

I will.

No, I won't. I always say that.
I never do.

You take care of yourself, Rose.

You're a special lady.

[Opera plays]

[Dorothy knocking] Ma?

- Ma, I need to talk to someone.
- Sure, come in.

I can hear Pavarotti live
from the Met anytime.

[Sophia] What's the problem?

Ma, I'm upset about Rose.

Me too.

I thought I was finally gonna
get a room with some sunlight.

I'm upset because we haven't
told her the truth about Buddy.

Everything turned out all right.

She gave him the brush off,
she didn't give him any money,

- he didn't even take the watch.
- I know.

But we're letting her
live with a lie.

So, a little lie
gave her a lot of pleasure.

- What harm does that do?
- Oh, I don't know.

- Then what's the problem?
- It doesn't seem right.

Dorothy, let me tell you a story.

Picture it. Sicily, 1922.

A young military officer
stationed far from home.

He wanders the streets
seeking a friendly face

and a glass of Chianti.

Finally, he happens into a dusty
little cafe where he finds both.

The man laughs for the
first time in months.

And finds inspiration in
a beautiful peasant girl,

wise beyond her years.

When the cafe is closed,
she takes him home with her.

Three glorious days,
they make love and drink wine.

He returns to his command

prepared to lead his people through
whatever battles need to be fought.

Dorothy, that young peasant girl
was me.

And that young man
was Winston Churchill.

Ma, you made that whole thing
up, now what is your point?

That I made it up.

It was a little lie that
gave me a lot of pleasure.

If Rose is happy,
and there was no harm done,

let her have that.

You know something, Ma...

You may be right.

[Turns on opera music]

Good night, Charlie. I love you.