All language subtitles for Bewitched.S08E16.Samantha.Is.Earthbound.Imprint.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track5_[eng]

Good morning.

Morning, sweetheart.

Mmm.

Where are the kids?

Uh, Esmeralda took them
to the park for the day.

Sam, you have finally achieved
the ultimate in housewifery.

I've fixed
scrambled eggs before.

No, no, no. I mean
volunteering for Mrs. Prescott's

charity bazaar
and fashion show.

Oh, that.

Yeah, getting next to
the client's wife

is very important
in the business world.

I know, I just hope I have
enough energy to make it.

I have an acute case
of the blahs.

You're not trying
to back out, are you?

Well...

The power
of positive thinking.

Oh.

I feel wonderful.

In fact, I have
never felt better.

Oh, dear.

Oh.

Slow and steady
wins the race.

Sam, if you're
not kidding, say so.

So.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

I felt it coming on
last night.

It's as if I can't move
my legs or my arms.

And it's getting worse.
Oh, dear.

Oh, see what I mean?

Well, maybe you'd
better lie down

in the living room
for a while.

Oh, good idea.

Oh, uh, how about if you
brought the couch in here?

Uh, well, uh, here,
I'll carry you in.

Oh, now, sweetheart,
be careful.

I don't want you
to hurt yourself.

Sam, what happened?

You feel like you weigh
a ton. I don't know.

But I think I'd better call
Dr. Bombay for some help.

The trouble is,

every time Dr. Bombay helps
us, we end up needing more help.

Help!

Dr. Bombay, help!

Elizabeth Montgomery in...

Bewitched.

Dr. Bombay.
Calling Dr. Bombay.

Emergency.
Come right away.

I hope you realize
you interrupted me

just as I was about to deliver
quintuplets.

You dress like that
for a maternity case?

What maternity case?

I was delivering them to my
apartment for a little nightcap.

What seems to be the matter?

Try and lift me.

Huh. Those naughty quintuplets
have sapped my strength.

Now give me a hand.
There's a good fellow.

Are you getting
the message?

Not yet.

Now I get it. They don't build
houses the way they used to.

Oh, well.

Your floor needs
a bit of strengthening.

Weebus war bus, tootle flick,
shore this floor and do it quick.

There, now you have a
proper floor. Up she goes.

It doesn't work. Of course
not. It needs a penny.

This is ridiculous. Well, somebody
has to pay for our pension plan.

Sam,

you weigh over 500 pounds.

Yeah, but, sweetheart,
that's with all my clothes on.

Yeah, but 500 pounds?

I suggest
she cut out starches.

I suggest you cut out
the corny jokes.

What's wrong with her? Actually,
it has nothing to do with weight.

It has to do
with the gravitational pull,

and it fluctuates
with the tide.

It's a condition peculiar
to witches and warlocks

known as
gravititis inflamitis.

As you know, Samantha, a witch's
normal response to the force of gravity

is simply to
thumb her nose at it.

That's why witches
are able to fly.

But, Samantha, living in this,
uh, stultified mortal atmosphere

has sublimated her
natural instincts.

Would you care to repeat
that? Not particularly.

Dr. Bombay, are you
sure that's what this is?

Are you disputing
the word of an expert?

Uh, no, but if you
wouldn't mind,

we would like
another opinion.

Oh, very well, Samantha,
since it's you.

Meet Dr. Calm Pewter.
A little medical joke.

Very little.

Now, sit the patient down,
Durbin.

Come on, Sam.

One in each hand.

I'm feeding it the
information it needs to know.

That should do it.

What is it? What does it say?
Not a good day for romance.

Someone near you needs a
haircut. Lucky number, seven.

I'm merely trying to
lighten the atmosphere.

Actually, it confirms my original
diagnosis, gravititis inflamitis.

Well, what can you do about
it? Fortunately, everything.

There we are.

Martini mix, lime juice,
instant Manhattan...

Ah, here we are.

Little antidote, little incantation,
and you'll be good as new.

You will drink
while I incant.

Get ready, on your mark.

Go.

Ear of corn, tooth of comb,
drive your healing powers home

and with heart of artichoke,
make all this a passing joke.

It's done.

Feeling any better,
my dear?

Uh...

I think so.

I think I am.

I think I am.

I really think I am.

Forgive me for doubting you,
Dr. Bombay.

You are indeed an expert.

Yes, well, all these exertions
have made me a little thirsty, so I...

Ay, yi, yi, yi, yi...

You quack! You certainly
know how to hurt an expert.

Well, what do we do now?

I have a previous engagement,
but I might suggest

you take her to the park
and fly her like a kite.

Dr. Bombay,
I am not amused.

Dr. Bombay,
do something.

I have already done
something. I've cured you.

Not wisely, but too well.

Isn't there an antidote
for the antidote?

Um, I'll have the apothecary
whip something up,

but first, I must call
on my house guests.

Uh, the quintuplets
can wait. But I can't.

Uh, Dr. Bombay,
before you leave,

uh, won't you fix the floor?

I might have trouble
with the carpenters' union.

We won't fink.

Well, in that case.

Thank you.

My pleasure.
By your leave.

Uh, Sam, what are we
gonna... Do?

No, Sam!

Well, the, uh...

The first thing we should do
is call Mrs. Prescott

and tell her
that I've come down...

Or up with something.

[Mrs. Prescott] Yoo-hoo, Yoo-hoo!

Hello.

Uh-huh.
Mrs. Prescott.

Where are
the curtains?

Cleaner's.
Great.

Let's go. Can't stand
here grinning at her.

Get me over to the door.

Hang on.

Hello. Oh, hi,
Mrs. Prescott. Well,

What brings you here?

Oh, well, I've come
to pick up Mrs. Stephens.

Aren't you a little early,
Mrs. Prescott?

Ah, I know my business,
Mrs. Stephens.

Volunteers have a habit of
going AWOL at the last minute.

That's why I never rely on chance
and I pick them up personally.

Now, on the double.

The other ladies are waiting in the
station wagon.

[Mrs. Prescott] Coming,
ladies. We'll be right there.

Uh...

Well, the fact is,
Mrs. Prescott,

I'm afraid my wife
can't make it just yet.

Oh...

Sweetheart?
Mmm-hmm?

Why don't you
come with me? Right.

Where she goes, I go.

[Sam] He just loves bazaars.

And we just love
being together.

But I thought you were
playing golf with Mr. Prescott.

Oh, well,
I changed my mind.

Four hours on a golf course away
from Sam is more than I can stand.

Aw.

How long have you two been
married? Not long enough.

Oh, you're a rare man,
Mr. Stephens.

Well, I have a rare wife.

Makes me want to cry.

Shall we go?

Oh, I'm glad you got here
on time, Roberta.

Are you sure you'll be
comfortable here

with all these women,
Mr. Stephens? Hello, dear.

Oh, what women,
Mrs. Prescott?

When I'm with my wife,
there are no other women.

Oh, that's
sheer poetry.

Now, here you are,
Mrs. Stephens.

Now, my dear,

All the prices
are clearly marked

and they've been discounted
up to 70%

so there'll be no bargaining.

Mr. Stephens, really.

I can't help it.
I really dig this chick.

Well, I'll be
about my business.

The fashion show will begin
in about half an hour.

Oh...

Darrin, are you taking
something for that cold?

Oh, at a time like this,

the common cold is hardly
anything to worry about.

Only when you sneeze.

Uh, hand me
that bolt of material.

Oh.

Well, that ought to
keep me anchored.

Now, you grab a cab
and go home.

See if Dr. Bombay's come
up with that antidote. Okay.

And do something
about that cold.

Ooh, that looks lovely.

Oh, thank you. I, uh, picked
it up at a little boutique.

I mean the material
you're holding in your lap.

Oh, that.
It's just an ugly old print.

May I see it?

May I look at it more
closely? What for?

You're not gonna buy it,
it's a second.

It looks all right to me.
I'll take it.

One yard?
Uh, the whole bolt.

What are you gonna do with a
whole bolt of this threadbare junk?

How much is it?

Well, uh...

It's...

It's marked $50.

But to tell you the truth, I'm so
crazy about it, I'm gonna buy it for $75.

I don't understand. Madam,
this is a charity affair, and if I...

Mrs. Prescott, is this or is
this not a legitimate sale?

Oh, of course it is,
Mrs. Brock.

Then why are you
resorting to shills

as though this were
a Turkish bazaar?

I beg your pardon?

That bolt of material
is clearly marked $50

and she's offering $75.

Now, is this a charity
bazaar, or is this an auction?

It's a charity bazaar
auction.

I bid $75, do I hear $80?

Mrs. Stephens, please.

Okay.

Sold to the lady for $50.

Thank you.
Now, if you'll excuse me.

My dear, you must
excuse her, she's new.

Can I carry it
to your car, Mrs. Brock?

That won't be necessary,
I can manage.

Where did she go?

Oh, uh, Mrs. Prescott,
have you seen Samantha?

No one has. She's
disappeared into thin air.

Oh, these novice volunteers
are always a problem.

Uh, would you
excuse me, please?

I must find someone
to replace her at this booth.

Sam.

Sam?

[Sam] Psst.

Where?
Up here.

How did you...

How did you get up there?

You are kidding.
Sorry.

Is Dr. Bombay back?
No.

I'll climb up
and help you down.

Helen, I do
appreciate this.

I'm sure Mrs. Stephens
will turn up...

Hello there.

Turn up eventually, but I...

Excuse me.

What are you two doing
up in that tree?

Oh, we're bird watching.

There's some
very rare birds up here.

I can see that.

Mrs. Stephens, will you
please come down from there?

The fashion show
starts in 5 minutes.

Well, we can watch it
from up here.

You are in it,
Mrs. Stephens.

Well, can't you get somebody
else? Not for her costume.

Oh, you can both climb trees
after the fashion show.

Stephens? What the devil
are you doing up there?

Well, Mr. Prescott,
fancy seeing you here.

Fancy seeing you there.

I was expecting you to
pick me up for our golf game.

An hour ago.

Oh, I'm sorry about that,
uh, something came up and, uh,

I forgot all about it.

How'd you like
to forget about my account?

Oh, I wouldn't
want to do that.

Oh, by the way, uh,
this is my wife.

Samantha, uh,
Mr. Prescott, The Shoe King.

How do you do?

Uh, we may be
handling his advertising.

Oh! If you're a typical
McMann-Tate account executive,

I doubt it very much.

There goes
$200,000 in billings.

Not necessarily.

Help me down.

Sam, you can't be
serious.

You're not thinking
of trying to model?

Yes, and saving the account
at the same time.

You're not only light on your
feet, you're light in the head.

I know what I'm doing.

Now help me down and over to
that dressing room and I'll explain.

Okay, Sam,
come on down.

That's a pretty
squirrelly couple.

It's called love, Wilbur.

Why is he holding her
like that?

That is also
called love, Wilbur.

He's gonna help her dress?

Love, Wilbur.

Sick, Selma.

What's going on
in there?

I'd rather not know.

And now from Madame Pergine,

this smart Chinese
red chiffon

with accordion
pleated sleeves and skirt,

flattering wide belt
and the new mini length.

An afternoon dress
that can go on into evening

by removing the scarf and
adding jewels and accessories.

You prefer this nonsense
to a game of golf?

You're in for a big surprise,
Mr. Prescott.

Actually, this is
a dress rehearsal

of an advertising concept
for Prescott Shoes.

Oh?

Sam's helping.

If it worked, I was
gonna spring it on you Monday.

But seeing that you're
here... Thanks to you.

[Mrs. Prescott] Thank you, Mrs. Langley.

And now for the piece de
resistance of the afternoon.

Uh, Mrs. Prescott,
is Samantha up next?

Y... Yes.

Well, then, do you mind if
I take over the description?

Mr. Stephens,
you are hardly qualified.

Oh, no, Sam filled me in.

And it's a surprise
for, uh, Mr. Prescott.

Very well.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

the, uh, highlight of the afternoon is
dedicated to the Prescott Shoe Company,

without whose generous support this
bazaar would not have come to being.

From the House of Lautrec,
we present Pharaoh Land,

inspired by the slave girls
of ancient Egypt.

And notice how
the slave girl walks,

her feet hardly touching
the ground.

How does she carry
that heavy brass urn

from the well to her
master's bath with such ease?

[Darrin] Uh, the
secret? Prescott shoes.

And the message... "No woman
need be a slave to household drudgery

"because with Prescott shoes,
you don't walk, you float."

"You don't walk,
you float."

"You don't walk,
you float."

Are you all right?
Oh, fine.

Stephens,
how'd you do it?

Invisible wires.

I didn't see
any invisible wires.

If you saw them, they wouldn't
be invisible.

You hang on to me.

This isn't gonna be easy,
but let's give it a try.

Uh, Sam, do you mind?

Oh, of course not,
sweetheart. Oh!

Where is that quack Bombay?

One more libelous statement
like that and he won't be here.

What took you so long?

I never kiss and tell.

Dr. Bombay, do you have
the antidote for the antidote?

Come and get it.

[Mr. Prescott] Hello there!

Bombay, do something.

I'll take care of it. Answer
the door.

Did I see what
I thought I saw?

She was floating
four feet off the floor.

No, uh, she was standing on
a ladder four feet off the floor.

Uh, unhooking the
invisible wires. Mmm-hmm.

Oh, thank you, sweetheart.

That's all right, darling.

Oh, uh, Mr. Prescott, this is
our family doctor, Dr. Bombay.

Doctor, is that natural?

They've been at it all day.

Under the circumstances,
absolutely essential.

Dr. Bombay, all this activity
has given me a headache.

Is there something
you could recommend?

I, uh, have just the thing
for your condition.

Thank you.

Uh, Stephens, I'm sorry
about barging in like this,

but I can't get that slogan
out of my mind.

You know, uh, "With Prescott
shoes, you don't walk, you float."

Is it going away?

Will you listen
to me, Stephens?

I, uh... I think you can let
go of me now, sweetheart.

Let her go
and listen to me.

Sam, that's just great.

Uh, can I fix you a drink,
Mr. Prescott?

Yes, thank you.
And then let's talk shoes.

I want to see that
floating bit again.

Oh, well, I'm sorry, but I
took the invisible wires off.

And put them
on Dr. Bombay.

Oh, those naughty
little quintuplets

have taken more out of me
than I thought.

Here goes.

Ah-ha.

We just wanted to test
the invisible wires

to see if the campaign for the
men's shoes would work as well.

Incredible.

At least.