All language subtitles for S1E9-The Aunt_Subtítulos01.ENG

[whinnies]

Hello, I'm Mister Ed.

♪ [theme]

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse, of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you
the answer ♪

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♪ He's always
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♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

Get back in the barn, Ed.

That was no horse.
That was my wife.

Lemonade and cookies
for the master of the house.

Hmm...
[smacks lips]

Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh.

You're not going to lift
a finger during your vacation.

Nobody has worked
harder than you have finishing those plans

for the Quaker
Medical Building.

Another bite
ofúd cookie, please?

You're not going to do
a thing.

Napkin.

Yes, My Lord.

Just rest
and enjoy the sun.

Now I want you to take
a nice long nap.

- Carol.
- Yes, dear?

Close my eyes.

[sighs]

Boy, this is
what I call living.

Not enough sugar.

Oh, I'm sorry, honey.
Did I disturb you?

How was the lemonade?

Not enough sugar.

Oh, would you like
another glass?

No, thank you, honey.

Well, you just relax.
Rest.

Isn't she
a wonderful wife?

Boy, there's
nothing like marriage.

Big deal.

One week off,
51 weeks slaving.

No, you're wrong, Ed.

It's a great life.

Uh-oh.

There's nothing like having
a wonderful wife...

someone to come home to
at night,

someone to share
your sorrows,

your joys, your--

You've been
out in the hot sun too long.

- Hi, Roger.
- Maybe a week's vacation isn't enough.

Sit down, neighbor.

Oh, no.
I couldn't get up again.

- Where's Kay?
- Probably looking for me.

My dear wife has had me
rearranging furniture all morning.

Not again.

You're probably ready
for a week's rest yourself.

If that woman has me move
one more stick of furniture--

Hello, dear.
Where do you want me to move the couch?

Addison, doll,
I just realized

where the piano
really belongs.

w Carnegie Hall?

Near the bookshelf,

and I promise you, sweets,
this will be

It better be
because the next move is me out of the house.

Oh, come on, muscles.

[phone rings]

Yes?

- It's for you.
- Thanks, Ed.

Hello?

Wilbur, honey.
This is your Aunt Martha.

Aunt Martha?

Well, where are you
calling from?

From the railroad station,
dear.

The railroad station?

Yes. Didn't you get
my letter?

No, Aunt Martha.
We weren't expecting you,

but it's wonderful.

I'll be right down
to pick you up.

- How's Carol?
- Oh, she's fine, Aunt Martha.

Look, where
do I pick you up?

Well, I'll meet you
where they stack the trunks and suitcases.

The old bag up front
will be your Aunt Martha.

Goodbye, dear.

I won't be long.

Oh, my.
One does get so ruffled, doesn't one?

Right this way,
Aunt Martha.

Thank you, dear.

You know,
I simply cannot understand

what could have happened
to my leather.

- It must've gotten lost.
- That's not important.

How long will you be able
to stay with us, Aunt Martha?

Oh...

Oh, I just love the house!

[parrot]
Stick them up! Stick them up!

Oh, isn't Tootsie clever?

It's a holdup!
It's a holdup!

Where did she learn that?

Oh, she just loves to watch
those detective stories on television.

[Carol]
Oh, how cute.

Isn't it amazing
how a bird can talk?

I don't know.
I got a horse who--

drinks lemonade,
eats hay, trots.

That's my Wilbur.

He still has the same
imagination he had as a little boy.

Don't you, Weebie?

Weebie?

[Aunt Martha]
When Wilbur was a little boy--

Please, Aunt Martha--

He was so cute.
I used to bounce him up and down on my knee,

and I'd say,
"What's your name, honey?"

Well, he couldn't say
"Wilbur," so he used to say,

"Weebie."

Weebie! Weebie!

- Shall we go in?
- Yes.

Look at that
gorgeous back yard.

You know, that's
what I've always missed back home--

a large backyard.

Wilbur did
all the landscaping himself.

- He did?
- That's right,

and it only cost me
$200 more than if I'd hired a gardener.

That's
my same little Weebie.

Honey, would you please get
the suitcases?

- Yeah.
- Aunt Martha?

- Yes, dear.
- I'll show you to your room.

I'm sure after that long trip
you'd like a nice rest.

Rest? With all
the wonderful places there are to see

in California?

Oh, no, my dear,
not at all.

Now, then, I made out
a little list.

Aunt Martha, this week
is Wilbur's vacation.

Oh, how wonderful.

Then I won't be interfering
with your work

while you're showing me
around.

That's right, Aunt Martha.
Isn't it, Carol?

Yes, Weebie.

- Aunt Martha--
- Yes, dear.

- The bedroom's upstairs
I'll show you to it. - Oh, fine.

I'd like to take
my jacket and hat off if it's all the same to you, dear.

You know, darling...
[continues chattering]

I'll get the suitcases.

Anybody home?

[Tootsie]
Stick them up! Stick them up!

It's a holdup!
It's a holdup!

Don't shoot.
Please, don't shoot.

Stick them up!
Stick them up!

They are. My money's
in my left hand pocket.

Stick them up!
Stick them up!

Don't do
anything rash, Wilbur.

D-Don't do anything rash.

Get your hands up.

Roger, are you afraid
of that loudmouth bird?

Well, I--
when I get through with him,

he'll be behind bars.

Don't antagonize him.
He's armed.

Look behind you.
It's a parrot.

What?

Then who took my money?

I did, doll.

There's $20 missing.

[squawks like a parrot]
It's a holdup! It's a holdup!

If I had pretty Polly,
I'd have a mink coat in no time.

I'd have him stuffed.

Where did you get him,
Wilbur, in a police lineup?

Him's a her.
Tootsie.

Aunt Martha's parrot.

Aunt Martha?
Having company?

Just arrived.
She's a wonderful person,

practically brought me up.

Ah, here she is.

Hi.

Auntie, I'd like you to meet
my wonderful neighbors Kay and Roger Addison.

This is my Aunt Martha.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Any friend of Weebie's
is a friend of mine.

Weebie?

Oh, that's
what he called himself when he was a baby.

He couldn't say "Wilbur."

- Oh, how precious.
- Just adorable.

He was
the most beautiful child I ever saw.

He had gorgeous blue eyes
and long lashes

and a head full
of golden curls.

Long lashes
and golden curls.

What a shame
I didn't know you then.

I wasted my youth
on Mary Pickford.

Shall I take the parrot
up to your room, Aunt Martha?

Oh... Now, we're
going to be out most of the time,

and I wouldn't want
Tootsie to be alone.

Oh, we could put her
in the barn with our horse.

A horse?
Why, that's perfect.

Tootsie loves animals.

Good. Let's go, Tootsie.

[mutters]
Oh...

Wilbur is
my favorite nephew.

I just know
I'm going to enjoy this visit.

How long are you staying,
Aunt Martha?

Uh, well, that depends.

Carol, I must look with you.

Certainly, Aunt Martha.

This way
for the 25-cent tour.

[Tootsie squawks]
Stick them up!

It's a holdup!
It's a hole up!

Stick them up!
[squawking]

A talking bird.
What will they think of next?

Ed, this is Tootsie,
Aunt Martha's parrot.

Tootsie's going to be staying
with you for a while.

Well, who sent for her?

Stick them up!
Stick them up!

Oh, shut
your cotton-picking beak.

You might learn
a few things from Tootsie.

She seems to be
a very smart bird.

Then what's she doing
in jail, hmm?

Come on, Tootsie.

There.

We'll put your
right over there.

Honey, I've started lunch.
Anything special?

Anything.
Where's Aunt Martha?

In the living room,
adding to that list of places she wants to see.

Kay and Roger went home.

Excuse me.

Darling,
it's your vacation.

- Don't you think--
- Honey, it's her first trip out here.

Dear, she's
a very sweet person,

but you've been working
so hard.

You need the rest.

I'll get it
when she leaves.

From the looks of that list,

that won't be
till after Christmas.

You're just exaggerating.

Look, I'll show you
how tired I am--

There's my Tootsie?

Oh. Well, now,
you mustn't be bashful in front of me.

Go ahead, Wilbur,
smooch.

Why, Wilbur,
you're blushing.

Oh, he always was shy.

I remember
when he was four-years-old with a birthday party.

A little girl
tried to kiss him,

and he ran away
and hid under the bed.

[c7@huckles]

What's so fun--

What do you think
of Mister Ed?

Oh, he's
a beautiful animal,

but you can't beat a parrot
when it comes to cleverness.

You are so right.

[blows raspberry]

Well, I better start lunch.

Then later we can all sit
on the patio and relax.

Relax? What are we,
a bunch of old fogies?

Oh, no.
Now, let's start doing the town right after lunch.

Wilbur is a bit tired
and was planning to take it easy today.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry, dear.
I didn't realize that.

Well, now,
don't you worry, Wilbur. I can manage.

Well, wait a minute, though.
I think I better drive, yes?

You don't have to, dear,
although the Addisons and I will miss you.

The Addisons?

Yes, yes,
I invited them along, too.

They're
such a friendly couple.

Well, then it's only fair
that we go in our car. Right, Carol?

Of course.

Oh, there, Weebie.

You've got yourself
a wonderful wife.

Come on, dear.
I'll help you fix lunch.

Weebie?
[guffaws]

Stick them up!
Stick them up!

Oh, knock it off, stupid.

Stick them up!
Stick them up!

It's a holdup!
It's a holdup! [squawks]

Stick them up!
Stick them up!

It's a holdup!
It's a holdup! [squawking]

Oh, you would taste good
barbecued.

Ed, would you quit
teasing Tootsie?

This bird's driving me nuts.

Ed, you've been beefing
for three days.

She's kept me up
for three days.

Look at the circles
under my eyes.

You're just going to have
to put up with Tootsie, that's all.

Stick them up!
Stick them up!

Shut up.

Is that all you know?

Good news, Wilbur.

Stick them up!

That's the second time
in three days she's held you up.

Your Aunt Martha
has just given us today's itinerary.

Oh, no.

We've been on the go
ever since she got here.

So far the only thing
I haven't seen is the city dump.

That's your first stop.

- Aw...
- No, seriously,

today she intends seeing
Knott's Berry Farm and Disneyland.

Well, what's
the good news?

I'm not going.

How did you get
out of this?

[Aunt Martha]
Wilbur, are you in there?

Yes, Aunt Martha.

Wilbur, dear,
we're all ready to go to--

Oh, poor Roger.
How's your neck now, dear?

Still stiff.

No, I'm awfully sorry
I won't be able to go with you.

I've always wanted to see
the city dump.

Oh, poor man,
what he's going through.

All right, Wilbur, Come on.
Carol's waiting.

Yes.
[groans]

What's the matter,
darling?

[grunting]
M-My back, I sprained it.

Oh, I know
how to fix that.

Turn around, dear,
and let your arms hang.

- Yeah, well--
- That's it.

- [back crackling]
- Oh! Oh!

[sighs]

There, now.
I told you we'd be home before midnight.

You're right, Aunt Martha.
It's just two minutes to 12:00.

We were lucky.
Customs guard at the border let us right through.

Well, he knew
I was an American

the minute I said,
"Merci beaucoup."

Isn't he cute?

Did I ever tell you
I used to bounce him up and down on my knee

- when he was a little boy?
- Yes, you did, Aunt Martha.

He was such a joy.
He had the most--

[together]
gorgeous blue eyes.

Well, I'll be right back.

Now, don't either of you
go away.

Oh, we won't.

[shaking maracas]
One, two, cha cha cha.

One, two, cha cha cha.
One, two, cha cha cha.

You used to bounce me
up and down on your knee before she came.

Honey, I promise you,
the minute she leaves,

I'll bounce you
all over the place.

Very funny.

Do you know
you haven't kissed me once today?

Well, get ready
to chalk one up.

Oh, how sweet.

I told you you mustn't be
bashful in front of me.

Go ahead, Wilbur.
Kiss her.

Thank you, Mr. Post.

Aunt Martha,
what are you doing with a robe and slippers?

Oh, I thought
I'd sleep down here on the couch tonight.

Don't you like
your bedroom?

Did Carol make
the bed wrong?

Oh, no. No.
I didn't want to bring it up,

but it's that Jasmine bush
just outside my window.

Oh, I forgot your allergy.
Aunt Martha's allergic to Jasmine.

I should have remembered.

- [no audio] Carol.
- No, it doesn't.

I'll go get a pillow
and some blankets.

No, we can't let her sleep
down here on the couch.

Then where will she sleep?

There's no Jasmine bush
outside our window.

She can sleep
in our bedroom.

Won't we be
a little crowded?

Oh, no, I'll sleep
in Aunt Martha's room.

Now, why didn't I think
of that?

Now, Carol, Wilbur,

I'll be
perfectly comfortable down here.

Oh, no, I insist,
Aunt Martha.

It will give us a chance
to get better acquainted.

Oh. Yes, and then I
can show you the family album

of pictures of Wilbur
when he was a little boy.

That's wonderful.

I can hardly wait to see
his long, golden curls.

Oh, you'll just love them.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to say goodnight
to Tootsie.

You've just fulfilled
the dream

of every American girl--

to share her bedroom
with her husband's aunt.

Honey, it will just be
for one night.

Uh-uh-uh,
let's just be friends...

Weebie.

One, two, cha cha cha.

One, two, cha cha cha...

[door slams]

Now, sleep well, dear.
I love you.

I love you.
I love you.

[makes kissing sound]

Oh, you smart little birdie.

Goodnight, Tootsie.

If you're so smart, say,

"Peter Piper picked
a peck of pickled peppers."

Peter, Peter, Peter.

Stick them up.
It's a holdup.

I knew it.
You're stupid.

I love you.
I love you.

Smart, huh?
Well, I've got a way to fix you, sister.

Oh, Wilbur,
my favorite Jasmine bush.

You want me
to put it back?

No, no, no.
Dig faster.

Welcome home, dear.

I'll go help Aunt Martha
take her clothes

back to her own bedroom.

Yeah.

Good morning, Wilbur.

Hi, Roger.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
You shouldn't have done it.

- What?
- They're bound to search for her.

Oh, cut it out, Roger.

Don't worry about me.
I won't testify against you.

Wilbur! Wilbur!
Oh.

Tootsie's gone!
She's not here!

- Tootsie, where are you?
- What do you mean she's gone?

She's just gone.
She's just not here.

The last time I saw her
she was in her cage right on this stool.

Don't get excited.
We'll finder her. Let's look outside.

You don't think
that a cat got her, do you? I couldn't bear it.

- It may take time,
but I'm sure we'll find her. - I wouldn't sleep at night.

I know exactly how you feel.
I had two parrots...

All right, Ed,
What have you done with the parrot?

What parrot?

Ed, where did you hide
that parrot?

W-You don't have
a search warrant,

but come on in and look.

Excuse me, Ed.

[Mister Ed]
Hmm.

[Carol]
Wilbur! Wilbur!

- Yes, Carol?
- I just heard about Tootsie.

Do you think
one of the kids in the neighborhood

could have taken her?

- Kids?
- Come on, honey, help us look.

I wonder if bird-napping
is a federal rap.

Well, I've scoured
the neighborhood.

No sign of Tootsie.

Sure is a mystery.

Oh, here's Wilbur.
Any luck?

Nope. Aunt Martha's
just sick about this.

You know she went
up to her room.

Honey, why don't we buy her
another parrot?

It won't help.

Aunt Martha
just poured her heart out to me.

Do you know
she's had Tootsie for 25 years?

- That long?
- Mm-hmm.

Ever since
her husband died.

That bird's
been her closest friend all that time.

[Addison]
She must be a very lonely person.

[Kay]
She's always so happy.

I think that's
a cover-up.

You know something else?

I don't think she sent us
any letter.

I was thinking
the same thing.

She was probably afraid
we'd turn her down.

- Yeah.
- Come on, let's go cheer her up.

[weeping]

[phone rings]

- Hello?
- Wilbur, Tootsie's back.

That's wonderful!
T--

Thank you...officer.
Tootsie's back.

Aunt Martha,
Tootsie's back!

[Tootsie]
I love you. I love you.

Stick them up.
It's a holdup!

Forgive me, Tootsie,
for hiding you in that ash can.

Tootsie, sweetheart!

Yes, baby.
Where were you? Yes, darling.

Where did you go?

I wonder who
could have brought her back.

Yes, dear.
Yes, you're such a sweetie pie,

but where were you,
darling? Mommy was--

Peter Piper picked
a peck of pickled pepper. [squawks]

Now, who taught her that?

Yeah. I wonder who.

- Darling!
- [everyone chattering]

Ed, I just dropped by
to tell you Aunt Martha had a wonderful visit.

You know, the Addisons
really took a liking to her.

Well, goodnight, Ed.
Sleep well.

Where you going?

Why?

I'm lonely.
Talk to me.

I've got to get
some sleep.

Tootsie was never
too busy to talk to me.

Hmm.

You really miss her
since Aunt Martha took her home, huh?

I can't sleep anymore
without noise.

Talk to me.
Come on, talk to me.

[sighs]
Okay, Ed.

Stick them up.
Stick them up.

It's a holdup.
It's a holdup.

Closed-Captioned By
J.R. Media Services, Inc. Burbank, CA

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse, of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you
the answer ♪

♪ That you'll endorse ♪

♪ He's always
on a steady course ♪

♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

♪ People yakkity-yak
a streak ♪

♪ And waste
your time of day ♪

♪ But Mister Ed
will never speak ♪

♪ Unless he has
something to say ♪

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And this one will talk
till his voice is hoarse ♪

♪ You never heard
of a talking horse? ♪

♪ Well, listen to this ♪

[Mister Ed]
♪ I am Mister Ed ♪

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