All language subtitles for space_thing_1968

What's the matter, honey?

Can't you sleep?

Will you put that freaking light out and
come to bed, you son of a bitch?

You know,

this is the most interesting theoretical
premise.

You know, there may be an infinite
number of worlds.

Or some a split second apart from this.

Some a billion light years away. And
millions in between.

And all of them constructed and peopled
exactly like this world.

But different.

Like a second before or after in time.

A hundred years.

a thousand years, a million light years
time differential.

But people, Marge, people exactly like
this one. And that means that you and I

exist infinitely in an infinite number
of ways.

What do you think of it, Marge?

I think you're nutty as a fruitcake.

Tomorrow morning I take those stupid
books and throw every one of them in the

incinerator. Night after night.

Spaceships. Bug -eyed monsters.

Galaxies. Atomic -powered jets.

Crap! Now you listen to me, Jim
Grinella.

I'm sick and tired of you spending every
hour, every night, reading that science

fiction garbage.

You never even talk to me anymore.

You never even look at me anymore.

Damn, we never even have sex anymore.

Bye.

um um

You're welcome.

Oh, Jimmy.

That was so good.

You and I exist in an infinite number of
worlds, in an infinite number of

ways.

number of waves number of waves number
of waves

On the 10th day of November, year of our
Lord, 2069, that I, James Grinella,

first started my chronicle on a most
fantastic journey.

Our mission had been one of great
urgency, to intercept the flight of a

terranious space vessel headed for our
beloved homeland.

I had then been in command of His Royal
Highness's clipper ship, the Astrosonic.

Under most embarrassing conditions for a
man of my rank, I was forcibly removed

from my post by a rapscallious crew of
mutineers.

Set adrift, as you can see, in the
infinite cosmos.

My only mode of transport being a small
space canoe.

I vowed then and there to continue my
mission by navigating the space canoe as

best as I could to a position
intersecting the enemy vessel's orbit.

It seemed like light years had passed.

until I saw my first glimpse of the
vessel.

I maneuvered alongside and took a look
inside one of the port windows.

Completely hide my disgust.

Who are you?

Connie, who is this man?

Each is more repulsive than the first.

Permit me to introduce myself.

Colonel James Grinella.

From the fair state of Kansas.

That's nice.

Where in Kansas?

Kansas City.

Our ship collided with a planetarian
rocket.

All were lost except for me, thanks to
my supersonic sneakers.

They're just like mine. Let me see them,
please. Shut up and get back into the

control room.

And you, get into uniform.

A female

captain.

The Terranians are even odder than I
thought.

You look strong enough.

I suppose we could use you for some of
the heavy work.

Madame. Captain to you.

Captain, may I inform you that I'm a
colonel.

And as such, I'm not required to do
menial tasks.

You'll do what I say on my ship.

Portia, wake up.

There's a handsome new man on board.

Imagine my fright at first seeing myself
as a Terranian.

From the look in her eye, I feared this
one to be

more hostile than the others.

We have something in common. I'm from
Kansas, too. I knew she was trying to

catch me off guard.

What do you want?

Something was strange here.

She didn't seem to want to harm me.

I experienced a tingling, not
unpleasant.

It doesn't take you long to start
trouble. That woman is mine.

Wait here.

I bet you're lying.

Stop it!

Stop it, Portia! You too, Astrid. This
is ridiculous.

It was an eventful beginning, but I was
beginning to learn the ways of the

Terranians the hard way.

Evidently, Miss Porsche's attack on me
was not meant to be an attack at all.

It was in some way meant to be friendly.

I wish now that I had studied more
closely the textbook on Terranian love

customs, for I knew now that in order
for my disguise to be proper, I would

to learn their intimate ways.

A disgusting thought.

But it had to be done.

I would make myself invisible.

An advantage we planetarians have over
the Terranians.

And I would gather first -rate
instruction by spying on them at their

My first such account happened by chance
a few days later.

I was walking past the door to the
captain's quarters, When I heard voices

approaching, I made myself invisible to

eyewitness this episode.

The only private place.

It won't be if Mother finds us.

I'll do the worrying about that.

You think Colonel Grinella could make
love to you like I can?

Well, that remark was uncalled for.

With a little practice, I'm sure I could
be even better.

Oh, no, cadet.

You're the only man that can make me
feel really wonderful.

Your body is so smooth and so soft.

I need you to be hard.

The male Terranian was going down her
body, kissing and licking.

I was beginning to get the hang of this
lovemaking.

You're more of a fool than I thought,
cadet.

If you hadn't been so horny, you would
have remembered the monitoring camera.

That was quite entertaining, I must
admit.

You never gave in so enthusiastically
for me, Portia.

She prefers men.

We'll see if she prefers you as a lowly
private. I'm stripping you of all

ranks.

And assigning you to latrine duty.

What do you want?

I thought perhaps there was something I
could do.

What I really thought was that with
Cadet demoted, I may be needed for

navigational advice.

Fast rushing blow dead ahead.

Must be asteroid.

Ignite retrograde rocket.

Ignite retrograde rocket.

Drop starboard flap.

Drop starboard flap.

Starboard bank.

Barber's back!

Take over.

I have a matter to attend to.

Mind if I watch?

This one was obviously for Dote.

He didn't seem to know that I was even
there.

I kept trying.

Where are we headed?

Planetarium.

What for?

Vegetation.

We study their vegetation and bring back
a couple of their inhabitants and

specimens. They're a gruesome looking
lot.

Hey!

What are you doing here anyhow? You're
not supposed to be here.

You better get out or I'll call Captain
Mother.

Come over here and sit next to me,
Portia.

You look very pretty today.

I thought you'd be mad.

About you and Cadet?

You forced me.

Why don't we get out of our things, and
then we can talk about it later.

Thank you.

fortunate happening to have my second
learning session in terranian love so

after the first

but

this was clear two of their female type
rolling around together

Why don't you kiss me?

Such a shame.

One so lovely.

Gee.

To think you all cut and bruised.

I didn't understand this at all.

Was this all part of it?

Willie, however, did seem to be enjoying
it.

Maybe that'll teach you that men are off
limits.

Yes, just don't hit me anymore.

You do

understand I had to do it.

You're going to be Mother's little girl
now, aren't you?

this and what she did to you just be
careful she's hoping you won't come back

the way things were going it looked like
the crew would destroy themselves

before i had a chance

I need to rub down.

Strangely enough, I was almost happy
that Cadet had made it back safely.

Even though all these people were my
enemies.

But now I had something more pressing to
worry about.

She seemed to want something from me.

Isn't it wonderful?

What? Oh, everything.

If I go into the bunk room and change
into something more comfortable, will

come and talk to me?

I... I have some cleaning up to do.

It'll only take a minute.

Well, this was it.

Had I learned enough from my two
lessons, would I be able to

carry it off?

It was one thing to look at their ugly
bodies, but to actually have to touch

one.

I knew I couldn't do it.

Absolutely not.

But she was waiting.

I had to at least try.

Try. I had to do better than that.

I had to convince them.

determined.

I study him for my night school class on
male anatomy.

I'd rather study the real thing.

You've hardly got any clothes on.

Give me a little time to adjust.

Well, here goes nothing.

Loss of breath seems to be one of the
hazards of this game.

Thank you.

Where are you from?

Cherryvale.

That's in Kansas, too, you know.

I love Kansas, man.

It's so long and muscular.

I thought you were shy.

Supper bell, it's time to eat.

Eat.

Girl,

come to supper. It's time to eat.

This steak is too well done. I'm not
going to eat it.

The food was terrible.

I was used to juicy meats and fresh
vegetables.

We planetarians had passed through
the... built stage eons ago.

Remember to save room for the dessert
now.

Yes, Mother.

I'm afraid this food is a little too
rich for me.

I had to take the back way so no one
would suspect my purpose.

On Terrania! Fight out for our planet!

Run those rockets through the sky, boys!
March out for our flag!

Rah, rah, rah!

On Terrania!

I better check our course, Mother.

This love thing was getting out of hand.

The girls insisted on whispering lewd
suggestions to me.

I didn't know quite what to do.

But if my plan were, it would soon all
be over.

I think we're landing.

I think we're landing.

Landing?

How is that possible?

I had anticipated a collision with the
asteroid and total destruction of the

vessel. I had prepared myself for the
sacrifice of my country.

I think we'd better wait until morning.

Willie will send word when he's checked
condition.

We may be here for some time unless our
SOS is received.

...based on Iraq...

The Colonel must have gone out already.

You stay here and stand by the radio.

With my invisible powers, I got away
from them.

I needed time to think and plan.

would I ever see my family again.

How lovely they were to look at.

Have you missed me, my love?

I thought you didn't want me anymore.

Oh, nice.

Put this on your skin so the sun won't
spoil it.

Thank you.

You better see what's going on here.

Hey, where are you going?

He's taking her first.

While you're waiting, I'm awfully nice
too.

This was ridiculous.

But I was caught, and I'd have to make
the best of the situation.

Oh, my goodness!

What's going on here?

I'm waiting for my turn. Well, you've
just lost your turn.

I'll prove to you that that man's no
better than the others.

She was different from the others. The
way she lusted after the girls. I

wondered if the men ever made love to
each other.

Like Cadet Willie.

Are you laughing at me?

No, no.

Of course not.

I was just thinking how lucky I am.

To be here with the most beautiful woman
I've ever seen.

I was getting so good I was scaring
myself.

You know, I didn't want it to be this
way.

Not for you and I.

What do you mean?

I wanted it to be beautiful, romantic.

Not here in the dirt with all these
people gaping at us.

This isn't good enough for you and I,
Mother.

Call me Mumu.

Mumu?

Why don't you go back to the ship?

I'll finish up here and meet you in your
room.

That was easier than I thought.

Nobody loves me.

What's the matter with me?

I got the same thing he's got.

Some have it, some don't.

And I'll bet you had it.

I didn't mean to do that.

We better go back to the ship and tell
the captain.

He had it coming.

Jet, now Willie.

Don't worry, my dear.

I can do it.

And you too?

I'll be in my cabin.

Willie can, uh... Like you promised.

I'll be there in a minute.

As luck would have it, Captain Mother
remembered the ship had another reserve

fuel supply.

It left me no choice but to employ my
final plan against them.

It wasn't that I didn't like them.

In fact, some of their ways were
becoming quite tolerable.

But the thought of being the only male
with these four women terrified me.

I would be physically dead in the space
of a week.

Why, this one alone would demand enough
for ten men or women.

And I wasn't up to it.

a harmless looking device with micro
atomic bombs but deadly destructive when

activated

It was good to look at my lovely family.

It may be the last time.

Well, I had to put these pleasant
thoughts out of my mind.

And get on with the messy business at
hand.

I would have only ten seconds.

I close my chronicle on the seventh day
of March, year of our Lord, 2069,

and am headed for my homeland,
victorious in my mission.

Signed, James R. Grinella, Colonel in
the Royal Navy.