All language subtitles for The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air - 01x14 - Day Damn One.DVDRip.English.orig.Addic7ed.com

l wish l could see your sister's face
when she finds Courtney's frog in her bed.

You and me both. This is gonna be good.

lf she doesn't scream soon,
l'm gonna have to give my frog a drink.

Ferdinand gets dehydrated.

lt's Will and Hilary. Open up.

No. We're all gonna die.

We wanted to say good night.

We're going to bed just as soon
as we finish this frog-leg soup.

Frog-leg soup?

-lt's mm-mm good.
-l wish you could have some...

but there wasn't enough frog
to make more than two bowls.

-Can l have a bite?
-Sasha, they're eating Ferdinand.

Ferdinand? This is a guy frog?

Nighty-night. Don't let the snails bite.

Snails?

That's funny, l thought she said
she put snakes in your sleeping bags.

Psych!

-That means ''just kidding.''
-Nighty-night.

Will?

Will you tell us a scary story
before you go, please?

Okay, but l hope everybody's ready
to be scared to death.

Yes!

Wait. Hold up. Scream for me one time.

That's good.

l got a scary story,
but l have to warn you...

it's really, truly frightening.

-Any of you have pacemakers on?
-No.

See, what makes this story so scary
is that it's true.

lt happened to a guy named Will...bert.

Wilbert Smith...sonian.

See, Wilbert Smithsonian
grew up in Philly.

He went to school in the 'hood, right?

But this school he went to was so tough....

l mean, it was graffiti everywhere,
even on the principal.

But that's not the scary part.

lt all happened right here in Bel-Air...

when Wilbert was transferred
to a private school.

lt was a living nightmare.

How long they trying to keep us here?

Banker, what do you know?

-lt's who you know that counts.
-Carlton, how you doing?

-Wallace.
-Chadster!

-Bankster!
-l'd like you to meet my cousin....

Willster!

So, Studmaster General,
what's the word on co-ed tennis camp?

l really got a lot out of it, amigo.
Scored big on and off the court.

Way to play. l kid you not, Will,
women faint at this man's feet.

Odor-Eaters work for me.

Outrageous. This guy's seriously twisted.

He gets in a good one now and then.

Will, this is Simon Stanhope,
our student council president.

lt's my job here to give you the tour.

l took the Universal Tour.
You know that earthquake ride?

Look out! Here comes the subway car!

Excuse my cousin. He just doesn't know.

As l was saying, this is our founder...

and those are the first students
of the Bel-Air Academy...

and they all carved their names on this...

the alumni desk.

And these are the championship oars
that we retired in 1957.

Y'all don't throw nothing away.

l'm Edward Fellows lll,
but call me Ned, okay?

Okay.

You've been assigned to my lit class,
so l read your records.

l just wanted to say,
we're both coming from the same place.

You're from Philly?

Shaker Heights, Ohio.
But when l was doing research...

on my main man Langston Hughes,
l lived in Harlem.

And believe me,
those two weeks changed my life.

''l bathed in the Euphrates
when dawns were young

''l built my hut by the Congo
and it lulled me to sleep

''My soul has grown deep like the waters''

l can tell.

Listen, l've got a mean collection
of jazz platters.

Anytime you feel like grooving,
come over and get down with my bad self.

Seriously, you have any problems,
any questions?

Where are all the fly honeys at?

-Fly honeys?
-Yeah, girls.

Will, didn't anybody tell you
this is an all-boys school?

Greetings Bel-Airdales.
We're the Alligaroos.

And we'd like to take this opportunity
to tell you new students to....

Then Wilbert saw their evil plan.

They were trying to break him down.

First, they told him it was
an all-boys school.

Then they tortured him with
a half an hour of Broadway show tunes.

But he wouldn't break.

Then they went ballistic.

They brought in the evil teacher, Dr. Bloat.

Enter the Bloat. Five, four, three, two....

l am Dr...

B, period, Langford...

Oates.

And you are...

Alan, Banks, Downer,
Fales, Hunt, Lieberbaum, Smith....

William Smith.

Stanhope, Sterling, Svenson--

Yo!

-Mr. Svenson?
-Ja?

Mr. Smith, how good of you to join us.
Mr. Smith, look around.

Do you see any difference between
yourself and the other young gentlemen?

ls that like a trick question?

The tie, Mr. Smith. The tie.

Kindly consult that section
of the rule book pertaining to neckwear.

You mean Section 3,
Paragraph 4, which states:

''A tie must be worn with a Windsor knot.''

But it doesn't say where.

Take a seat.

Now may we turn our attention to history?
Thomas Paine once wrote--

-Mr. Smith?
-Weren't you the bad guy in GoIdfinger?

-Smooth.
-Looking great.

-Sharp. Look at that.
-lt's a little something l put together.

Smith, ho!

-My man Lieberbaum.
-Right. First name Kellogg.

Listen, Cornflake.

''Ho'' is definitely not a word
that you want to yell.

l think the word you're looking for is ''yo.''

''Yo''?

Yeah. lt'll be easy to remember.
lt's like ''oy'' backwards.

All right.

Will. Yo.

Will, may l have a word?

You got something
you want to say to me, man?

Can you be serious for just one moment?

Will, this is your first day.

And l think you're rubbing a lot of people
the wrong way.

Carlton, here in Boys Town...

l don't want to rub anybody any way.

That's not funny. Nothing you say is funny.

What, did you like pass out
in history class? l had them rolling.

The people who count were
laughing at you, not with you.

l mean it, Will.

When you're snubbed,
don't say that l did not warn you.

Hey, Will. How's it going?

-There you are.
-Okay, here comes Chadney.

Just lay low and watch how it's done.

Are you free this weekend, Smithy?

My parents are throwing a weekend bash
at our compound in Malibu.

Badminton, the lobster boil,
you know, the usual.

Yes, the usual.

The Chadster's Malibu bashes
are legendary.

Carlton, you should come, too.

Bang-bang.

My man Geoffrey.

-Master William.
-You know what l could go for right now?

-Some pate.
-Then by all means, go.

Might l recommend
the gourmet deli on Roxbury?

When l said l could go for it,
l mean, like, l want it...

like you go for it.

Wilbert thought his first day
at Bel-Air Academy was a big success.

When he told his aunt and uncle,
they were thrilled.

This is cause for celebration.

Geoffrey, Will did well at school.

This calls for champagne.

There's been a tragedy at the school.

The alumni desk has been cruelly
and wantonly defaced.

-What happened?
-Someone carved the word ''fresh'' in it.

And they have a theory
about the person who did it.

They do?

They think it was a freshman
who got halfway through and lost his cool.

He lost his cool? That's funny.
''Fresh'' means cool, right, Will?

l can't keep up
with this crazy teenage slang.

But l thought they call you
the Fresh Prince.

Day damn one, Vivian.

Champagne.

Cork it.

All l can say to you, Will, is tsk squared.

You thought you had
the school all figured out.

No. You didn't need my advice.

All right, Carlton,
what is your brilliant advice?

l'll tell you.

You've gotta march straight
into school tomorrow and confess.

l'm serious, Will.

There's such a thing as the honor code.

There's such a thing as dog dumb, too.

-You don't intend to tell them?
-Maybe on my deathbed.

Then on your conscience be it.

Before we begin the class,
l must speak about the atrocious defiling...

of our sacred alumni desk.

Fingerprint analysis has shown...

it is the handiwork
of our resident hoodlum, William Smith.

And may we turn our attention to another
important figure in American history.

Dolley Madison...

was one of our most influential
First Ladies...

and not, as Mr. Smith contends...

the manufacturer of Ring Dings.

ln the short time left, l'd like to address...

the infamous act of vandalism
which occurred here yesterday.

The desecration of our desk
is indeed sad...

but even sadder is the fact that no one
has yet come forward with a confession.

-So if any of you may know--
-He did it.

Can you believe it?

Wilbert was accused
by his evil cousin Carlton....

l mean, Carlbert.

l don't get what's scary about this story.

There aren't any werewolves
or vampires or anything.

But we're coming to the scary part.

Poor Wilbert was brought to trial
before the scariest monsters of all:

Preppies.

As president of student council,
l declare this tribunal in session.

Let's begin by hearing from Mr. Smith.

Will, will you finally take my advice?

Let me do the talking for you.

Gentlemen, my cousin
has committed a vicious crime.

He could not be guiltier.

Yeah. That's what l would have said.

The fact is, young Will
has not yet developed the social skills...

to adapt to the rarefied atmosphere
of Bel-Air Academy...

or parties in Malibu.

l recommend we put him on probation,
ban him from all clubs...

sports, special events, the Alligaroos.

No, not the Alligaroos.

Probation is not enough.

lf Smith isn't expelled,
it will be an invitation to anarchy.

l have to say that l am appalled...

at this tribunal's lack of sensitivity.

Speak on, bro.

We can't judge Will Smith
by our standards.

He doesn't even speak our language.

Where he grew up,
the word ''bad'' means ''good.''

Doesn't that say it all?

Fight the power.

-Will, do you have anything to say?
-Yeah.

l didn't think y'all was gonna get so mad...

for me writing my name on an old desk.

l'd never write my name on a new desk.
That's vandalism.

But those guys, they carved their name
in a new desk.

They got their picture on the wall.

That's totally different.

They carved their names so people would
remember them as part of the school.

That's why l did it.

That's ridiculous.
You're trying to ruin our school.

-No, he isn't.
-Lieberbaum, you're out of order.

But he's not ruining the school.
He's making it better.

Word up, Cornflake.

l don't mean to dis you guys...

but if Will's expelled, l'm leaving, too...

and l'm taking my dad's
checkbook with me.

Free Will!

l'm going to bed.

l hope you realize how lucky you were
that you weren't kicked out of school.

Lucky? l gotta work every day after school
to pay off the desk repair.

Before l cry myself to sleep...

may l leave you
with a few words of advice?

lf at some point tomorrow,
or during my lifetime for that matter...

you come up with another brilliant idea
for something to do at school, stop.

Do nothing.

Just stand there doing nothing...

saying nothing...

arms at your side like a zombie.

Breathing just enough
to keep the blood circulating.

And no more.

Could you do that for me?

l'm sorry, Uncle Phil. l wasn't listening.
What did you say?

Good night, Will.
Lock your door when you go to bed.

Will, before l go to bed,
l just want to say...

l was proud of you tonight,
old sport. Kudos.

You took your punishment like a man.

-That's all you got to say?
-Good night?

-Carlton, you Five-Oed me, man.
-Excuse me?

-You dimed me out.
-Pardon?

You tattled on me, all right?

l did it for your own good.
You weren't going to tell.

How do you know?
You didn't give me a chance.

You're not worried about my own good.
You're just worried about yourself.

lt may seem like that to you now,
but one day, you will--

Carlton, shut up!

l know what this is about.

You thought you were
this big hotshot at school...

and l was gonna be your little charity case,
but l took your juice.

Let me explain something to you.

ln this society,
we have this silly little thing called order...

and we have rules to preserve that order.

lf we let people break the rules,
there would be chaos.

We have rules where l'm from, too.
And they say you don't rat on people.

The more you cling to your old ways
and refuse to listen to reality...

the harder it's going to be
for you to fit in with my friends.

You just don't get it, do you, man?
l don't want your friends. All right?

lf l woke up one morning
and l had all of your friends...

and l was an Alligaroo...

and l wore those cute shirts
with the little horses on them...

l'd jump off the Empire State Building
and hope to catch my eyelid on a nail.

With quips like that, it's no wonder
you're the toast of the town.

Good night, Will.

Master William.

l have been informed that due
to your new after-school employment...

you will no longer be requiring
your customary 4:00 snack.

Could this be true?

Yeah, afraid so, G. l might not even
get home till dinner time, if that early.

What a pity.

Out of curiosity...

just what is the nature
of your enforced labor?

Kitchen duty. Fetching, cleaning,
carrying, that kind of stuff.

lndeed.

Oh, well. Chin up.

Picture this if you will...

my man Wilbert in a kitchen
with a hair net on his head.

lf that's not a scary thought,
l don't know what is.

So look. You all gotta do me a favor.
Raise your right hand.

l want your solemn promise that if any
of you ever meets Wilbert Smithsonian...

you won't tell him
l told you this story, okay?

-Swear?
-l swear, Wilbert Smithsonian.

Will's cold busted.