All language subtitles for S1E7-Ed The Lover_Subtítulos01.ENG

[whinnies]

Hello.

I'm Mr. Ed.

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- Hello, Mrs. Post.
- Hello, Henry.

- Mind signing this, please?
- Thank you.

There you are.
Thank you.

Oh, would you please
put the hay in the back?

- [Kay] Hello, Carol.
- That horse.

Oh, hi, Kay.

Say, would you like
some coffee and cake?

No, sweetie.
I just started a new diet,

and I'll have to cut down
on some things.

So, uh, just make it cake.

You know, when I'm on a diet,
I eat like a horse.

Not as much as our horse.

Do you know that's
the fourth load of hay this week for Mr. Ed?

Your horse has it pretty soft.

He doesn't work,
he takes naps all day,

- and he never stops eating.
- [chuckles]

And I thought being a wife
was the best racket.

Well, love and learn.

Honey, I'm on a diet,
not a hunger strike.

Carol! Carol--
Oh, hi.

- Hi, Kay.
- Hi, Wilbur.

Did I get a call
from Fred Briggs while I was gone?

No, honey.

That's funny.
He said he'd call.

- The plans for his
beach house are ready. - Fred Briggs.

Isn't he the man who directs
all those Western movies?

That's right.
When you meet him,

you don't know whether
to shake hands or draw.

Honey, I noticed
a truckload of hay outside.

Did you order that?

Me? I thought you did.

No, I didn't order it.

Then the horse
must have ordered it.

You know, I wouldn't
put it past Ed.

I mean, I did order it.
I forgot.

Excuse me.

Carol, I read that Fred Briggs
is starting another picture.

Maybe you can get him
to hire Mr. Ed.

Hire Mr. Ed?

That's a wonderful idea.

That way your horse
can earn his keep.

Can he do any tricks?

Well, he has two specialties:

eating and sleeping.

You phoned
the feed store again, didn't you, Ed?

I thought I told you
that I was the one to give the orders around here.

That's the fourth
load of hay we had delivered this week.

Well, I'm hungry.

How come other horses
don't eat as much as you do?

'Cause they can't phone
the feed store.

I'm not trying to starve you.

I would just like to know
what is going on around here.

Oh, please, Wilbur.

Do I yell when you eat?

Wilbur, Kay just had
the most marvelous idea.

When Mr. Briggs comes over,

why don't you ask him
if he'll hire Mr. Ed for his new Western?

Gee, honey, I don't know.

But we have nothing to lose.

Honey, at least that way
he'll be helping to pay his own way.

All that hay he eats
is costing us a fortune.

I don't know, honey.

Mr. Briggs is coming over
to take a look at these plans

for his new beach house.

It doesn't seem ethical
to ask him

for a personal favor.

Well, think about it,
Wilbur, huh?

- Hello, neighbor.
- Hi, Roger.

What do you think?

- The Briggs beach house?
- Yeah.

Oh, boy. Fine.
Yeah, great.

Hey, that's quite a racket
you got there, you know that?

Build a man a house
and rent him a horse at the same time.

Oh, that?
Oh, no, no.

I told Carol to forget
about Kay's idea.

Kay's idea?

Don't tell me
my dear little wife

has been interfering
in your life again.

Take it easy, Roger.
She meant well.

The road to Reno is paved
with good intentions.

It's time that wife
of mine learned--

Don't start any arguments
with Kay on my account.

I told Carol that I am not
sending Ed to work,

and that is that.

- Honey?
- Hello, Fred.

Hi, Wilbur.

Fred, this is my neighbor,
Roger Addison.

- This is Fred Briggs.
- How do you do?

Honey, guess what.

Mr. Briggs said he'd use
Mr. Ed in his new movie.

I'm afraid my horse
will not be available for your picture, Fred.

Okay. Anything you say.

Now about these plans--

Wilbur, I think
I'll run along.

Mr. Briggs,
nice to meet you.

Yes. My pleasure.

And I'll see you folks
tonight for bridge?

My wife needs
a few tips first.

She needs some instructions
on how to be a dummy.

- Bye, Roger.
- Bye.

Say, I like what you've done
with the rumpus room.

- Thanks. But my idea
carried further along-- - Mm-hmm.

Please get us
some coffee, Carol.

Yes.

And a carload of hay
for Mr. Ed.

As I was saying
about the rumpus room...

Wilbur, will you
stop harping on Kay?

I think her idea was very good
about putting Mr. Ed to work.

Now please open
that bridge table.

The Addisons
will be here any minute.

You know, the next time
we agree on something,

I wish you would stick to it.

I thought I was
doing you a favor.

Well, you weren't.

Honey, I still say
there's nothing wrong

in Mr. Ed paying his way.

Fine.
Ed makes a few dollars

and Briggs knocks a few hundred
off the price of my plans.

You're just being stubborn.

I don't think so.

Before we were married,
you agreed

that I would make
all the decisions

about money in this family.

All right,
from now on you can.

Fine.

Would you put that
in writing?

No.

I knew you didn't mean it.

Wilbur, you're just being
impossible tonight.

You started it.

You're always
listening to Kay.

Ooh!

You and your arguments.

This is all your fault.

I didn't know what I was doing,
and you made me do it.

I'm blamed for everything
around here.

[doorbell chimes]

Look, now,

let's try to be civil
while the Addisons are here.

Let's not show them
how happy we are.

Yes, dear.

Now, Kay, I want you
to promise me

that you won't interfere
in their lives again.

I did not interfere.

Why do you have to make
the whole world miserable?

I'm married to you.
Let's keep it in the family.

Boy, are you stuffy.

- Oh, hello, Carol.
- Hi. Come on in.

Come, darling.

Hello, Kay.

Hello, Wilbur.
Bridge, bridge, bridge.

- You look beautiful.
- Well, thank you.

Roger.
Well, what would you like?

What would I like?
The usual.

What would you like,
sweetheart?

Nothing for me, darling.

Nothing for me,
either, sweetheart.

Wilbur, why are you limping?

Oh, it's not easy
to open a bridge table.

Is it, honey?

No, sweetheart.

Addison, one leg
is a little crooked.

I knew that
when I married you.

Nut.

What did you say, dear?

Have a nut?

No, thank you, sweetheart.

I'll fix the table, Kay.

[women chattering]

- Roger?
- Thank you.

Magazines ought
to balance it.

- There we are.
- Pardon me.

Oh, Roger,

why don't you sit here
facing your wife,

and I'll sit here
facing my wife?

There we are.

Cut for deal?

Darling, the table
is still wobbly.

Addison, will you fix it?

Your wish is my command,
dear heart.

- Shall we cut?
- Yes.

Thank you.

Look what you've done,

you clumsy...

doll.

It was an accident,
sweetheart.

Don't blame him, Kay.

I told Wilbur the table
was still wobbly.

Oh, I'd better change.

Maybe we could play
some other night.

Yes, perhaps tomorrow night.

Darling, be careful.

I don't want you
to catch cold outside.

You spilled that drink
on purpose, you lummox!

What a stupid remark to make.

Are you calling me stupid?

You called me
a nut in there, and I warn you--

You'd better put on
my coat, darling.

Kay, you forgot your bag.

Oh. Thank you, Wilbur.

Well, good night again.

- Good night.
- Good night, Wilbur.

Good night, Roger.

[sighs]

I hope you're satisfied.

You ruined my whole evening.

If it weren't
for that darn horse,

we wouldn't even be arguing.

Honey, what's happening to us?

What are we arguing about?

Don't you know
that I love you?

Don't you know
that I love you?

Then what are we arguing about?

A silly thing like
putting Mr. Ed to work.

[chuckles]
That's silly.

He doesn't have to work.

And give me one good reason
why he shouldn't.

Because I make enough money

to support a wife
and a horse.

When we got married,
it should have been a three-ring ceremony.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

A horse wearing a ring.

Hello. Information?

I'd like the number
of Fred Briggs in Beverly Hills.

Whatever happened
to "Good morning"?

Oh. Carol and I had
a few words again last night.

[telephone rings]

- Well...
- Excuse me, Ed.

Hello.

Wilbur, my secretary
just gave me your message.

We'll pick up your horse
tomorrow morning at 6.

My horse?

But...listen, Fred--

No, don't bother
to thank me, Wilbur.

It was a pleasure.

I must get back on the set.
Good-bye.

That was Fred Briggs.

Carol went
behind my back again.

She didn't call.

I called.

You?

That's right.

But I thought you didn't
want to go to work.

Changed my mind.

You're just trying to keep
peace in the family, aren't you?

Please, don't slobber over me.

I'm going to tell Carol.

Honey.

Honey, I've decided
to send Ed to work.

Oh, Wilbur!

You're such
a wonderful husband!

Hey. Honey.

Don't talk.
Just kiss me.

I will if you'll stop
sponging me.

Uhh!

Now I know how Kay felt

when Roger spilled
the drink on her.

I feel so terrible about that.

Here we've made up,
and they're still not talking

all on account of us.

Maybe we should go
and try to get them together.

Oh, let's!
Honey, you're so thoughtful.

No!

Lucky for me we didn't make up
while you were slicing bread.

Is this the only dirty spot
in the house-- under my legs?

Don't talk to me.

Ah...Ah...Ah...

Ah-choo!

Do you intend to strike me?

I sneezed.

You could've said
"Gesundheit."

But you just gave me
specific instructions not to talk to you.

Still, you could be civil.

When one of us sneezes,

the other should say
"Gesundheit."

Forgive me, my dear.

I've forgotten
the rules of war.

In the nine years
we've been married, I--

19 years.

I don't count the ten years
we weren't speaking.

Now, paper, please.

[sneezes]

Well, I see the rules
have just been amended.

[doorbell chimes]

Aren't you going
to answer the door?

Not until you gesundheit me.

Good morning.

Well, this is
a pleasant surprise.

Hi, Carol.
Hello, Wilbur.

Hello, Kay.

Hi, Roger.

Have you made up yet?

Nice to see a friendly face
around here.

Well, we just dropped by
to tell you Ed's going to work.

- Well.
- He starts that picture tomorrow.

- Good.
- What made you change your mind?

I didn't want Carol
to be unhappy.

We just feel awful
when we're not talking.

Gesundheit, my dear.

And gesundheit to you, doll.

All right,
this is a run-through, everybody.

Get set, Brannigan.

Uh-oh.

Ready, Charles?

All right. Roll 'em.

Roll 'em!

Okay...action.

Okay, action.

[gunshots]

Well, where's the horse?

Hmm.

Get that horse
back where he belongs.

Right away, Mr. Briggs.

All right,
let's try it again.

Okay. Ready, Brannigan?

- Ready!
- Charles?

- All right, roll 'em.
- Roll 'em!

- Okay, action.
- Action.

[gunshots]

Cut! Cut! Cut!
What's with that horse?

Maybe those gunshots
are scaring him, Mr. Briggs.

Well, they could be.
Bring him back.

- Yes, sir.
- Brannigan...

don't fire your gun this time.

We can put in the shots later.

- That's very good
thinking, Mr. Briggs. - Thank you.

Don't mention it, sir.

All right, let's go!

Charles?

- All right, roll 'em.
- Roll 'em!

- Action.
- Action.

Lunch, everybody.

Who told you to call lunch?

I didn't say anything,
Mr. Briggs.

It must've been
that same wise guy again.

All right, everybody.
Take a five-minute break.

All right, everybody!
Five minutes!

Five minutes, everybody!

Hi, Fred.
How's my horse doing?

Well, we've had
our share of trouble.

What's he doing over there?

I'll get him away.

Come on, Ed.

How's it going, Ed?

I'm quitting.

Get my unemployment
insurance.

What's the matter?

They want me to carry

a 250-pound cowboy
on my back.

I'll be bowlegged
in two days.

Uh-oh. Here comes
hot lips again.

Isn't this Daphne,
the star of this picture?

Blow, honey.
I'm not interested.

Well, Ed. easy.

She's worth a fortune.

When I marry...

it'll be for love,
not money.

Oh. Is Daphne here
with this horse again?

George, I thought
I told you to get her ready.

I'm sorry, Mr. Briggs.
Come on, Daphne.

Now, uh...

Fred, maybe Ed isn't
cut out for movies.

- You want me
to take him home? - I'm glad you asked me.

Frankly, I don't think
your animal is too bright.

Now, he's a little bit nervous.

You see, this is his first time
in front of a camera.

Incidentally, I have
the revised sketches

- for the beach house
whenever you have time. - Oh, good.

I'll drop around when I'm free.

Okay, everybody, let's go!

Lunch!

[Wilbur chuckles]

Here you are.
Fresh coffee.

Thanks. Sweetie,
how long will Mr. Ed be in that picture?

Mmm, about six weeks.

Wouldn't it be wonderful
if he became famous?

Oh, I can see your horse now,

walking down
Hollywood Boulevard,

wearing dark glasses,
signing autographs.

Hmm. What an imagination.

[chuckles]
Carol, honey, do you think

it would be possible
for Wilbur to get us passes to watch him at the studio?

Why go to all that trouble?
Just turn your head and look.

Wilbur, what's he doing home?

Honey, it just didn't work out.

Excuse me.

Well, why?
What-- What happened?

Well, they were working him
pretty hard,

and Ed was unhappy.

Unhappy?

If you ask me,
you never wanted that horse

to go to work
in the first place.

Uh, look,
I never butt in, but I--

- Gesundheit, sweetheart.
- I didn't sneeze.

You can do it in the house.
Come on.

So, you went back on your word.

Honey.

[knock at door]

Come in.

- Oh.
- Hello, Wilbur.

Fred. Come on in.

Thanks.

Sit down, Fred.

No. No, thank you.

What's the matter?

[sighs]
I may have to cancel my plans

for the beach house.

Oh? Why? What happened?

It looks as though
I may have to stop production on my picture.

Daphne suddenly got sick.

Sick? Oh, that's funny.

She seemed
all right yesterday.

That's just it.

The vet can't seem to find
anything wrong with her.

- She just mopes around.
- [snorting]

Fred, I-- I have a hunch
what might be wrong with Daphne.

You have? What?

I think she's got
a crush on my horse.

Is that possible?

[chuckles]
I mean with horses?

You heard about
the birds and the bees.

Well, the horses
are in on it, too.

Wait a minute.

Daphne was hanging
around your horse all day yesterday.

Maybe you're right.

Can I get him
back on the picture?

Well, uh...
do I finish my plans?

Well, yeah. Sure.
You got yourself a house.

You got yourself a horse.

[both chuckle]

Oh, may I use your phone?

Right behind you.

[muttering indistinctly]

Hello, Mabel.
Is George around?

Yes, I'll wait.

Uh, Fred, there are
a few little conditions

that you'll have to meet.

- You want more money?
- No, no, no.

It's about
that 6 a.m. schedule.

My horse
likes to sleep late.

Okay. We'll make it 7.

- Better make it 8.
- 8?

I mean 9.

Okay. 9.

And no heavy cowboys on Ed.

Maybe up to...
oh, 110 pounds?

But no heavier.

About lunches--
he likes plenty of carrots.

Not the green part.
Cut that off.

Wilbur, doesn't Mr. Ed
look handsome standing there?

- He sure does.
- [Fred] Okay, Charles.

Excuse me, honey.

All right.
Places, everybody.

[Charles]
Places, everybody!

Fred, did you make
that little change

in the script
the way we discussed?

Yes. Yes.

Okay, let's have a run-through.

[Charles]
Run-through!

Places, everybody!

- Action.
- Action.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

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