All language subtitles for Bewitched.S03E20.The.Corn.Is.As.High.As.a.Guernseys.Eye.Imprint.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track5_[eng]

Well, all done.

Now, to put
everything back.

Ooh!

Oh! Oh, our new lamp.

Oh! No.
No witchcraft.

But our new lamp.

Well,

if I'm gonna go, I might
as well go for broke.

But from now on,
no more witchcraft.

Who says?

There I go. Missed
the mark again.

One mistake
after another.

Oh, dear, Aunt Clara.
Whoa... Ooh.

Well, we all
make mistakes.

Uh, my mistakes?
Oh, no, dear.

No, no. No, I'm finished. Huh?

I'm going to give it up and
change myself into something...

Oh, something useful,
like a footstool or...

Now, you listen to me.

Aunt Clara, you get that
thought right out of your head.

I've just come from a meeting with
Endora, Hagatha, and Enchantra.

And they've been a whole hour
trying to put it into my head.

Oh, no.
Yes.

And your, and your mother...

Uh-oh. Yeah.
Oh. Well...

She said I'm an old cow and
I should be put out to pasture.

Well!

Oh, well. Well,
they were right.

And Hagatha said it's time
I hung up the gloves.

Or did she say broom?

Okay, you can forget about that
prospectus for the Morton Milk account.

You wanna know why?
Ow!

Because while you've been
slow poking your way along

showing Morton
what we can do on paper,

the Whittle Agency's been doing
something creative. That's why.

Creative like what?

They're going to put Ginger,
Morton's world-famous Guernsey cow

on display in the lobby of this
building next week, all week,

which happens to be
National Milk Week.

So the people will gape
through the window

and then run, not walk,
to the neighborhood market

and buy a quart
of Morton's Milk.

How about that?
Well, that's pretty creative.

It was creative
enough for C.L. Morton.

Larry, I though it
was agreed,

ideas were to...
You'd better get with it.

If you think you can get
ahead in this business

riding on nothing but hard
work and talent, you're crazy.

- Hello.
- [Samantha] Hi, sweetheart. Guess what?

Aunt Clara just
stopped by for a visit.

That kind
of news I don't need.

Darrin, I'm worried about her.
She's terribly depressed.

She's talking about
giving up, retirement.

Well, that kind of
news I do need.

Darrin, this is serious.

She's been talking about
changing herself into something.

Permanently. Something useful.

But, Sam.

Darrin, I thought if I
brought her into town

and we took her
someplace special for lunch

it might lift her spirits, if
you'll excuse the expression.

Oh, it would mean so much to
her, you taking us both to lunch.

Well, uh-uh, okay, honey.

Oh, while you're at it, would you stop
at the jeweler's and pick up my watch?

I meant to this
morning, but I forgot.

Oh, sure. Oh, and
Louise is gonna babysit.

Mmm. Oh, what if Tabatha
suddenly decides to... You know.

No, no, don't worry.

No, I'll put Tabatha down
for a nap before I leave.

Okay, sweetheart. Bye-bye.
Bye, sweetheart.

Aunt Clara, guess
what? You and I...

Aunt Clara?

Aunt Clara,
is that you?

[Clara] I can't even make it
as a potted plant.

Oh, why not?

Can't you see
I'm wilting?

There must be something
I could change myself into

where I wouldn't
make mistakes.

Aunt Clara, the only thing I
want you to change is your hat.

And we're gonna do that by buying
you the prettiest one we can find.

Oh.

Oh, I must
say, Aunt Clara

you do look lovelier in daisies
than you did in philodendron leaves.

And you're much
better company here

than you would have been
if you'd gone out to pasture.

Oh. Well, thank you, dear. And
thank you so much for the hat.

It was time that I got
a new one. Oh, time!

Oh!

Oh, I forgot.
I forgot Darrin's watch.

Oh, dear.

Oh, it'll take me at least 15 minutes
to walk to the jeweler's and back.

But it would only take me a
second to pop over and back.

Promise you won't tell.
Me, tell? Oh, certainly not.

Tell, tell what?

Aunt Clara, you wait
right here. I'll be... Oh-oh.

I'll be back
in a flash.

In a flash.

Probably easier
to get than a taxi.

Hi there, beautiful.

Well, you seem to be
doing pretty well.

Not wilting.

Now, you know, when I
was a plant, the trouble...

My, my, my...
Oh, my...

Do you mind?
This is private.

I...

Look, I got explicit
instructions to bring her in here.

I'm giving you new
explicit instructions.

Get that cow out of here.
Will you listen already?

This is Ginger.
So?

I don't care
if it's Tallulah.

Look, I didn't hear nothing
about allowing any cow

to loiter in the lobby of
any building on my beat.

Listen. Why don't we
nicely call up Mr. Whittle?

He's the advertising man.
He's right in the building here.

He'll come down, and he'll
explain that he's the one

that got me the clearance
to bring Ginger in here.

I tell you what, I'll even
use my own dime. Come on.

Hey, lady?

If you get tired
of yakking to the plant

there's a cow around the
corner with nobody to talk to.

Oh, isn't this
all cute?

Well, of all things...

Oh!

Oh, well, hello there.
Are you going up?

Now, going up with you
would be like going to heaven.

You're what I call a class A,
number-one, all-time gorgeous...

Oh, please, would you mind
going up to heaven without me?

I'm very busy
looking for someone.

Well, take your pick. There's
some beauts in the lobby today.

Talk about fruitcakes.
Fruitcakes?

I don't care how long I live, I ain't
never gonna get so sophisticated

that an old dame talking
to a plant one minute

and a cow walking around the
lobby the next ain't a novelty.

A cow?
A cow.

A co... Uh,
where? Where?

Around the corner.
Uh, well, how about it?

You wanna take a ride
with me? Fly to heaven?

Next trip.

Aunt Clara?

Aunt Clara? Oh.

Aunt Clara. Oh.

Aunt Clara. A cow,
of all things.

And in Darrin's building. Well,
this is hardly out to pasture.

You...

Yes. Yes, sir.

A policeman.
That's all we need.

No, no, don't try to talk.

I better get you home.

Oh, Louise must be
upstairs with Tabatha.

What happened
to my Ginger?

You made me lose my cow.

Aunt Clara, just because I told you
not to talk before doesn't mean that...

[Louise] Samantha,
is that you?

Oh, hi. Hi, Louise.

I'll be right up. Oh, no,
no, no. I'll be right down.

Tabatha's asleep.

Aunt Clara, dear,
you go into the kitchen.

Uh, I'll try and
get rid of her.

Aunt Clara, I said,
in the kitchen.

Just because you
chose to be a cow

doesn't mean you have to be
a stupid one, and stubborn.

Oh.

How come you're back
so early? Oh, hi, Louise.

I can't thank you enough
for staying with Tabatha.

And if I can ever return the
favor, don't hesitate to call me.

I'm sorry you have
to rush off. But I don't.

Oh, that's right,
you don't.

Well, then why am I leaving?
Because I'm in such a hurry.

Oh, sure, sure.

Thanks a lot, Louise.

Oh, boy.
You can say that again.

Oh, dear.
Aunt Clara,

being a cow is no
solution to anything.

Now, please. Come on,
change yourself back.

Don't tell me
you've forgotten how.

Hello?
Samantha?

I thought you were coming in for lunch.
What happened? I've been worried.

Oh... Well,
hi, sweetheart.

I was going to call you,
but, uh, something came up.

Well, that is, something happened.
Aunt Clara's sort of indisposed.

Sort of indisposed?
What does that mean?

Oh, nothing serious.
She'll be all right.

You better be. I'll see
you at dinner, okay?

Oh, yeah, sure.
Sure. Okay.

Goodbye.

Sort of indisposed?

Now, Aunt Clara, you know
I can't change you back.

You just have to
do that yourself.

Why not try to relax a little,
rest a little first?

How about a nice glass
of warm milk?

Warm milk.
What am I saying?

Yes, Samantha,
what are you saying?

Oh, Louise.

Didn't you leave a couple of minutes
ago? You gave me the wrong jacket.

Oh, well, I'm sorry, Louise. I
must've been thinking about the cow.

I'm not quite used to it
yet. Having one, I mean.

Oh, but as soon
as I am, I'll call you.

All right? All right.

Oh, Aunt Clara.

A cow?

I'm going
to call Larry.

Aunt Clara, why couldn't
you have been a Chihuahua?

How nice.

Okay, you wanna know why
the Whittle Agency

may lose the Morton Milk account,
and we may get another whack at it?

Well, I suppose...

Because Whittle has gone
and lost C.L. Morton's cow.

That's why.
Lost a cow?

How could anyone lose a cow?
I don't know. But losing Ginger,

Morton's world-famous,
prize-winning Guernsey cow

worth at least $12,000,

you gotta admit,
that's pretty creative.

Larry, I would like to shake hands with
a man who really knows how to gloat.

World's champ. They're
down in the lobby.

Whittle's about to have
a nervous breakdown,

and C.L. Morton wants to put the entire
city under arrest for cow-napping.

Let's go. Come on.

You're through delivering cows,
mister, I hope you know that.

On account of you and your lousy
authority, I got a missing cow on my hands.

If she were on your hands,
she wouldn't be missing.

Oh, you're gonna give me
logic, right? Policeman's logic?

You got something
against policemen?

Yeah. A missing
cow on my hands.

That's what I
got against policemen.

Don't worry, Mr. Morton.
I'll get to the bottom of this.

Aunt Clara.
Aunt Clara.

Oh, Darrin. Darrin,
what are you doing here?

What do you mean me? What are you doing
here? You're supposed to be at home.

I am? Oh, my goodness,
I've goofed again.

No, stay right here. I'm gonna call
home and check this out with Sam.

Stay right here.

Every endeavor is being
made to find your cow, Ginger.

And I give you my word that...
What are you doing here, Tate?

Well, I thought I might be
of some assistance.

Is something wrong?
Something wrong?

Why, this numskull Whittle...

Mr. Tate,
your secretary says

to get on the horn to
your wife right away.

Very important.
Later.

I think I'd better have a
visit with Mr. Tate here.

Mr. Morton, if you'd
only have a little patience.

Your secretary said your wife
said to call her now, not later.

If I was you, pal...
Now, look here, young man.

Okay, okay.

I wouldn't take on both of
them, a wife and a secretary.

All right, all right.
I get the message.

Excuse me for
a minute, Mr. Morton.

Now, there goes
a good man.

Sam, what I'm
trying to say is,

I think you
misplaced Aunt Clara.

She's here in the lobby
of the building.

Oh, Darrin, don't
be ridiculous.

She's standing right
next to me eating her oats.

Sam? Amazing how
they pick their times.

Mmm-hmm.

Her what? Her oa... Oh,
well, it's really oatmeal.

But I didn't know
what else to give her.

After all she
missed having her lunch.

Sam...

Darrin, I told you Aunt Clara was
upset. She turned herself into a cow.

She turned herself
into a what? A cow.

I think you made
a little mistake.

A mistake? Sam's got
a what in their where?

A cow?

What kind of a cow?

Sam, honey. Um, Aunt
Clara's here in the lobby.

Aunt Clara's there?

Are you sure?
Is she all right?

She's fine.
Bye, Louise.

Well, uh, if she's there,
then who have I got here?

And what was she doing
in your lobby?

What difference does it make?
I mean, who cares, really?

The point is, since
you're practically next door

why don't you just pop over and fix
things, if you know what I mean.

Yeah, in a minute, Larry.

I'll have to get Mother
to babysit. Terrific.

You even agree to that?
Must be worse than I thought.

That's right. I'll be waiting
for you in the lobby, honey.

Things are sort of crowded in
spots, um, if you know what I mean.

Yeah, all right. Bye.

Uh, something on your mind,
Lar? Yeah. Are you out of yours?

I said get the account,
not steal the cow.

Steal what cow?
Ginger.

Ginger?

Do you or do you not have
a cow in your living room?

No, I don't know... Darrin,
I was just talking to Louise

and she said she saw a cow
standing in your room.

Larry, you don't think... You don't
think that our cow is the Morton cow?

Your cow? Oh, Darrin,
don't be ridiculous.

How could you possibly
think it was the same cow?

Well, after all,
I mean...

In the first place,
our cow's name is Trixie.

Trixie?
Yeah.

Hadn't we better get over
there, see what's going on?

Darrin.

What do you
want with a cow?

Actually, I don't want one
at all. It's all Sam's idea.

See, she's on a big economy kick
like a lot of the housewives are.

Baking her own bread and
growing their own vegetables.

Well, Sam wants
to grow our own milk

and butter and cheese,
cream, the whole bit.

Well, why didn't
she tell Louise?

Probably afraid she'd steal
the idea. Steal the idea?

Hadn't we better
get over there? Yeah.

Sure, sure.
Let's get over there.

Now, you've had enough,
whoever you are.

You're gonna have to go back
a different way than you came

if that lobby's as crowded
as Darrin says it is.

Oh, what would
be the best way?

Oh.

Why didn't I think
of that before?

Well, well, aren't you cute.

Okay, you'll be back
to normal in a minute.

If you wanna blame
anybody, blame the fuzz.

If he don't bug me, I don't lose her.
Look.

Nobody's got any right dumping
a cow on my beat anyhow. Shh.

Beauty is in the eyes
of the beholder

and, boy, is it ever
in the eyes of this beholder.

Your chariot awaits.
How nice. Five, please.

Honey, going up with you
is like going to heaven.

I bet you say that to all your
female passengers, all the time.

Uh-uh. Only the class A,
number-one lookers like you.

All day long, fat dames,
skinny dames

tall dames, short dames,
old dames.

Only one in 100
is a doll like you.

I don't give the eye to every one of that
hundred either. Only maybe 15 percent.

I guess I'm giving the eye to the
right percentage, though, huh?

You're gonna get a fat lip. That's
what you're gonna get. Yeah?

You know how many years you can
get for hitting a civilian, huh?

Mr. Morton, I am convinced
that there is dirty work afoot.

There has to be, with that man
hanging around here like a vulture.

Are you pointing your stubby
little finger at me, Whittle?

Larry, take it easy.

Sam.
All this fuss about a cow?

Well, where is it?
Coming down.

Coming down?

I think someone should know
it's a very stupid cow.

There she is.

There's my Ginger.

Oh, there's my baby.

Papa's little girl. Yes, sir.

That's my little girl.

Ow, isn't that sweet? You see,
everything turns out for the best.

Yeah, when you're around to give
everything a big assist, it does.

You know your papa,
don't you? Yes, you do.

Well...

Well, as I said, I
goof, goof, goof, goof,

and spoil everything
for everybody.

Oh, I wish I
were a doorknob.

Now, Aunt Clara, you've
got to stop blaming yourself.

Yeah, let Samantha take a couple
of bows.

I'll get it.

I'll get the door.

Hello?
[Samantha] Yes?

Oh, Larry.

What? We got the
Morton account?

- That's great. What cinched the deal?
- [Samantha] Oh. Oh, really?

When you told Mr. Morton that
Sam and I were such cow fanciers?

What'd you tell him a thing
like that for?

What difference does it make
as long as it cinched the deal?

[Samantha] Well, thank
you very much.

Mr. Morton is sending us
a little something?

Well, that's very nice.

Yeah, okay, Larry.
Yeah. Goodbye.

We got the Morton account.

On account of we're
such cow fanciers.

And Mr. Morton is sending
us a little something.

Is that good?
Mmm-hmm.

Well, when is he sending it?

He already has.
That was the delivery man.

He's bringing Mr. Morton's
little something around back.

You see, Aunt Clara?

All of your mistakes turned
out to be wonderful mistakes.

Oh, really, Samantha.
Including the cows.

What cows?

The ones from Mr. Morton.

Thanks a lot, Aunt Clara.
Yes. Thank you, Aunt Clara.

Well, you're very welcome.
I, I...

How...
Aunt Clara, we love cows.

Don't we?
Oh, yes, yes.

Yes. You love...

Well, it takes
all kinds, you know.