All language subtitles for The Golden Girls - 03x20 - And Ma Makes Three.

(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 confidante

(music) And if you threw a party

(music) Invited everyone you knew

(music) You would see
The biggest gift would be from me

(music) And the card attached would say

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

Hi, Sophia. How are you this morning?

My joints ache, my ears are ringing,

and my butt dropped two inches
on the way down the hall.

All in all, not bad.

- You want some breakfast?
- Not if you're making it.

Oh, come on.
It's an old family favorite:

Chocolate chip pancakes...

made with brown sugar,
honey whipped cream and maple syrup.

If God had meant man to eat like that,

he would've handed him
his teeth in a baggie.

- Well, excuse me for asking.
- I'm sorry. I'm just irritable.

Poor Sophia. You still upset because
your friend Bernice moved to Chicago?

No, Rose. I'm upset because
I can't relate to Thirty something.

Of course that's why I'm upset.

I know just how you feel.
It's hard losing your buddy.

- You're telling me.
- Good morning, Sophia.

Rose, honey, you don't have time to eat.

As my campaign manager, it is your duty

to spend every waking hour
ensuring my victory

so that once in office, I can implement
the changes needed to move forward

in the grand tradition of the founders
of this, our great country.

What office are you running for?

Fashion show chairman
of the Tinkerbelles.

Morning.
Rose, I hope you don't mind.

I borrowed your golf glove.
I have a date to play.

- With a man?
- No, Blanche, with a Venus flytrap.

- Of course with a man.
- Is it Raymond again?

Yes.

Isn't he the guy you picked up
at the grocery store?

I did not pick him up.

He asked me if I could
recommend a good coffee,

and then I threw myself
underneath his shopping cart.

I think he sounds really nice.

He is. We've had a wonderful time
together these past few weeks.

Girls, I really like him,
and I think he likes me.

- Just don't ruin it and sleep with him.
- Of course not, Ma.

I only do that
with men I plan to scar psychologically.

Oh, by the way, I forgot.
This came for you.

- A postcard from Bernice.
- I don't want it.

- Sophia, I thought you missed her.
- If I read that, I'll miss her more.

Ma, I know you're lonely for Bernice,
but it's been over a month now.

It's not just Bernice.
The whole gang is gone.

Gladys went to live with her daughter,
Edie got married, Alice died,

Lillian is still around,
but she thinks she's Pinky Lee.

I'm the only one who's left.

Then maybe it's time
you tried to make new friends.

It's not that easy to make new friends.

It sure wasn't for the first
Eskimo family that moved to St. Olaf.

They sawed a hole
and went salmon fishing

in the middle of the local
ice skating rink.

And then there was the Halloween
they gave all the kids whale blubber.

And then there was the time they
borrowed every ice tray in town

to build an addition over their garage.

What was the point?

I guess after the baby came,
they needed more room.

The point of the story! Well, gradually
they were able to make friends,

and they ended up
the most popular family in town.

But only because they went out
and met people. Isn't that right, Rose?

No. It was because
in the drought of '49,

their house melted and kept
the town from dehydrating.

Listen, Ma, I have an idea.
Play golf with Raymond and me.

I would love to, but I don't own
any ugly plaid polyester.

Rose, you have something in a size six?

Come on, Ma.
I'll help you pick something out.

[Doorbell rings]

- Must be Raymond.
- I'll be right out.

I just have to get some hard candy
and my doughnut pillow.

- Hi, Dorothy.
- Come right in.

Raymond, I'm afraid
I have something to tell you.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

I know.

- Shouldn't have done that either.
- Yes, you should. Do it again.

Hey! I have a Chiclet here somewhere
if you're fighting over a piece of gum.

Hi, Sophia. I didn't notice you there.

Well, I noticed your hands
all over my daughter.

Did you hear your daughter complaining?

I apologize, Sophia.

Apology accepted. Let's go.

Uh, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Ma's been feeling a little down lately,
so I invited her to play golf with us.

Oh, wonderful.

- Glad to have you along.
- I know.

So, Sophia, tell me,
have you played much?

Have I played? Have I played?

Played what?

- Finished writing my campaign speech?
- Check.

- Sent invitations for the party?
- Check.

Made my appointment
with the refreshment committee?

- Check.
- Good.

With all the work
I put in on this campaign,

I might as well run
for fashion show chairman myself.

[Laughing]

What's so funny?

You? Rose, you can't be
fashion show chairman.

You thought Giorgio Armani
was a puppet on Ed Sullivan.

You don't think
I'm smart enough for the job?

No. I think you're smart enough.
You just have no taste.

Okay, girls, which goes better,
the silver chain or the pearls?

The chain.

An amateur's mistake.

Can't you see
that the chain accentuates

the many folds of that turkey-like neck?

Well, that may be, but the pearls draw
attention to the nonexistent bosom.

Yes, but the chain
leads the eye even lower

to that huge spare tire...

jutting out over those
square, manly hips.

Why don't I just wear a sign that says,
"Too ugly to live"?

Fine, but what are you gonna
hang it from, the chain or the pearls?

Neither! I'm gonna
spray paint it on my hump!

See, Blanche, you don't know
any more than I do.

I've decided I'm gonna run
for fashion show chairman.

You're just wasting your time. Who is
gonna vote for you? I'm gonna win.

I don't see how that's possible.
Everybody on the committee is female.

Who are you gonna sleep with?

Are you insinuating
that I cannot win it on merit alone?

All women?

Where are you going all dressed up?

Raymond invited me out
for an intimate dinner.

It'll be the first time in weeks
that we've been anywhere without Ma.

Is that why you
sent her off to the drugstore?

You're dumping your own mother?

Faster than CBS
dumped Jimmy the Greek.

Dorothy, I'm shocked at your behavior.

Me, too.
I would've done it on the first date.

I felt terrible about doing it,
but Raymond and I need our privacy.

Why don't you just
tell Sophia how you feel?

It’ll hurt her feelings, and right now
we're the only friends she has.

I think that's sweet.

I think it's unnatural,
and I'm from the South.

What do you do
when you and Raymond wanna,

you know, make love?

- Blanche!
- Well, it's bound to come up.

- How do you handle it?
- Yeah, Dorothy, how do you handle it?

Handle it? I can't even get close to it.

[Doorbell rings]

- Is it safe?
- Ma's at the drugstore. Come in.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Okay, let's go.

I really feel so terrible
about running out on Ma like that.

- I don't.
- Hey, hey! Give it a rest, Raymond!

You're in her mouth
more than her dentist.

How did you get back
from the drugstore so soon?

I faked a heart attack to get
through the line faster. What's up?

Well, we, uh... we were
just going out to dinner.

Great. Where are we going?

Well, Sophia, we thought
maybe just this once we'd like...

We felt we'd like to go out
for French food. How does that sound?

They eat snails. Why pay good money for
something you can scrape off your shoes?

Well, of course, if you'd rather
not come, we understand.

Don't worry about that.
I'll find something on the menu.

I just enjoy being out
with you guys. Come on.

Dorothy, I'm getting tired
of dating your mother.

I promise this is
the last time this'll ever happen.

- Okay.
- Coming, Ma.

- Just one more thing.
- What is it?

When we are through with dinner
and she begins to pick her teeth...

I'll ask her to keep them in her mouth.

- This is really lovely, Raymond.
- I hoped you'd like it.

Reminds me of the place
I met Charles de Gaulle.

- We were lovers, you know.
- Really?

- Ma, that's a lie.
- Who asked you?

Picture it: Sicily, 1921.

A beautiful young
peasant girl saves her lira

and takes a trip to Paris,
the city of lights,

also the only place
a guy can wear a cape

without getting a lot of funny looks.

She wanders into a restaurant

and ends up sharing a table
with a dashing young Frenchman.

They drink, they talk, they burn a cork
and draw mustaches on each other.

What?

Just wanted to see
if you were listening.

Anyway, the next thing she knows,

it's hours later, the place is empty,

and the Frenchman's got
his schnoz down her blouse.

This begins a beautiful love affair.

Kids, I was that peasant girl,

and the schnoz was Charles the Mole.

Charles the Mole?

Yeah, Charles the Mole.

He was the wheel man
for Louie the Ice Pick.

Ma, you said Charles de Gaulle.

Yeah, right, I slept
with Charles de Gaulle.

I could've been
the first lady of France,

but I married your father instead,

a man who cleans his toenails
with a shrimp fork.

[(music) romantic]

Hey, hey, hey! Move it along, ltzhak.

We're trying to have
a conversation here.

- May I get something from the bar?
- Yes. Bring me a bottle of scotch.

Raymond, we still have
to get through dinner.

That's right. And a bottle of gin.

Ah, dinner was just wonderful, Raymond.

And the rolls were the best
I ever tasted. You want one?

No, thank you, Sophia.

- How about some coffee?
- Sorry. I didn't steal any.

- But I have plenty of matches.
- I meant we could make some.

Good idea. I'll put some on.

Dorothy, I have to tell you,

not being able to spend any time
alone with you is driving me crazy.

I know. Me, too.

What do you say we go away,
just the two of us?

I say yes.

How about we go to the Bahamas?

All right!

Fantastic!

I gotta tell you, being with you guys
is the most fun I've had in years.

You really made me
forget my loneliness.

Thanks.

I can't believe it.
I'm going to the Bahamas.

(music) Day-oh

(music) Day-oh

(music) Day-oh (music)

Raymond, there is no way
Ma is going with us to the Bahamas.

I promise. I promise I'll tell her.

I hope you will.

You've been so understanding about Ma.

- I appreciate it.
- It's okay.

I respect your being
so considerate of your mother.

Have you ever considered
having her put away?

Every day of my life.

What are you still doing up?

- Just thinking.
- About what?

About how I'm gonna tell Ma
she's not invited to the Bahamas.

What are you doing up?

Dorothy, can I confide something in you
I've never told another living soul?

Of course.

- Promise not to tell anybody?
- I promise.

Are you willing to spit
in each other's hand and rub on it?

Who are we, Wally and the Beaver?

What is it you wanna tell me, Rose?

I'm not absolutely sure

I'm the most qualified Tinkerbelle
to win the election.

Of course you are.

Why, you're the best
damn Tinkerbelle I know.

Oh, girls, I just had
the most disturbing dream.

What was it?

I was stranded on a desert island

with Tom Selleck,
Ted Danson and Steve Guttenberg.

Three men and no baby.

They kept passing me around
and kissing me and powdering my behind.

So what was so disturbing?

Well, I woke up, and I'd only gotten
to sleep with Steve Guttenberg.

And I'm not even sure who he is.

- What are y'all doing up?
- I just couldn't sleep.

Me neither. I'm worried about Ma.

Oh, she didn't take the news too well
about not going to the Bahamas.

Dorothy still hasn't told her.

Honey, it's been days.
What are you waiting for?

She's so thrilled, how can I tell her
she's not invited? I'm not going.

Dorothy, you're making a mistake.

Me, too.

Besides, spending all your time
with Sophia isn't really helping her.

She needs to meet her own friends.

I'm not going. She needs me.

Dorothy, please give this thing
you're doing some thought.

Raymond is such a great guy.
He's been more than reasonable.

And he's the only man who hasn't dumped
you after the first date in months.

Years.

I agree with everything you're trying
to say, but it is not that simple.

The woman is my mother,
and right now she needs my attention.

Why don't you just tell her
how you feel? She'll understand.

- You honestly think so?
- Sonia Klingenhoffer did.

She certainly did.
Thank you for pointing that out, Rose.

Good night.

You know Sonia Klingenhoffer?

Know her?
She's from St. Olaf, isn't she?

- Lovely woman. See you.
- Wait a minute.

- Sonia's not a woman.
- I know. She's a cow.

A pig.

A duck?

A horse. A pencil sharpener.

Blanche, jump in. I'm drowning.

"Sonia Klingenhoffer" is a comic strip.

And a darn good one, too.
Well, good night.

Both of you come back here,

or I'll follow you to your room
and act it out with sock puppets.

Okay. You were saying?

In the first panel,

it says
"Sonia Klingenhoffer" in big letters,

and the "O" has pigtails.

What's in the second panel, Rose?

Sonia's walking down this country road.

There's this group of children
laughing at her.

In the bubble coming out of her mouth,
it says, "It's not funny.

You try getting white bread
and mayonnaise out of your braces."

- And then in the third panel...
- Rose, how many panels are there?

Sixteen. And then in the next panel...

Could you just tell us
the gist of the story?

Oh, fine, but then you'd miss the joke

between the two crows
on the telephone wire.

The gist of the story, Rose.

Well, in the last panel,
Sonia tells her mother,

and her mother understands.

If my foot wasn't asleep,
I wouldn't ask this.

What exactly was it
Sonia told her mama?

The joke between the two crows.
I knew you'd beg to hear it.

That's it. Get out!

- But...
- Get out!

- [Thud]
- Ow! My nose!

[Blanche] Sophia,
are you all right?

Wonderful, wonderful. I always wanted
to have a nose like Joe Frazier.

How long were you
listening at the door?

I wasn't listening at the door.

Then why was your face
pressed against the crack?

- That's what the crow said!
- Get out!

[Knocking]

- Ma, it's me.
- Come in.

- I wanna talk to you about the trip.
- I wanna talk about the same thing.

- I'm not going.
- What?

You were right when you said I should
make new friends, so I took your advice.

I met some nice people at the center,

and this weekend
we're all going to Cancun.

You and what's-his-name will have
to go to the Bahamas without me.

You just met these people,
and you're all going to Cancun?

Yeah. One of them
has a condo down there.

Ma, you were listening at the door
last night, weren't you?

No, no. I swear on your father's grave.
Or what used to be your father's grave.

Now it's a Der Wienerschnitzel.

But he always liked their pups,
so I never made a fuss.

I know what you're trying to do.
It's not working.

- What?
- You made up something to do

because you're afraid
you'll be intruding.

You don't have to worry about that.
Honey, you are more important.

And that's why I'm spending
the entire weekend here with you.

Jeez, you're a yutz.

Try not to get all choked up.

Look, Dorothy, I appreciate
what you did for me, but...

I got my own plans now.

Okay, Ma.

Whatever you say.

Dorothy, isn't there anything I can say
that'll make you change your mind?

I'm afraid not.

Look at the brochure again.

Honestly, Raymond, if I went
to the Bahamas with you,

I would spend the entire time
worrying about my mother...

and frolicking gaily
on sandy white beaches.

Dancing cheek to cheek
under starry skies.

And sharing romantic interludes
to the sound of the pounding waves.

Oh, God, I hate that wretched old woman!

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Raymond, I just can't.

My mother needs me here.

Dorothy, you are one hell of a daughter,
but you're also a lousy girlfriend.

I'm sorry.

The best thing for you and me to do
is not to see each other for a while,

until your mother doesn't need
as much of your time.

Maybe you're right.

I'll call you in a few weeks.
- Okay.

Raymond.

Hi, Dorothy.

- Hey, how did the election go?
- Don't ask.

It was a disaster.
We both lost by a landslide.

You're kidding. Who won?

Fifi Bolger. Can you believe that?

I think it's just because
her husband's a plastic surgeon.

What does that have to do with it?

She promised everyone
a discount on liposuction:

Two cheeks for the price of one.

That's what swung it for Nixon in '68.

Sophia, I thought you'd be
on your way to Cancun.

Me, too. Someone was
supposed to pick me up.

I can't figure out
what's taking so long.

Ma, when are you going to stop?

Look, you're not going anywhere,
so just put down your suitcase

and you and I will go see a movie.

You go to a movie.

In a few hours,
I'll be basking on a beautiful beach,

trying to keep the sand
out of my wrinkles.

[Doorbell rings]

I'll get it.

- Hello there.
- Is Sophia home?

- Hi, Duncan.
- Hi, Sophia.

The gang's waiting in the car.
I'll take your suitcase.

Ma, you're really going, aren't you?

I tried to tell you.

I thought you were lonely.
I thought you needed me.

I did, and you were there
just like always.

I love you, pussycat.

But, hey, I got
my own life to live. Adios.