All language subtitles for S3E13-Horse Of A Different Color_Subtítulos01.ENG

[whinnies]

Hello. I'm Mister Ed.

♪ 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 ♪

[Ed singing]

Ed, would you
hold it down a little?

I'm trying to concentrate.

Sorry, Wilbur.

[chuckles]

[dials phone]

Ed, what are you doing?

Just calling to
find out the correct time.

Why don't you just ask me?

I didn't want
to bother you.

Would you please
hang up that phone?

Okay.

Ed, I've got
to finish these plans.

If you keep distracting me,
I'll never get through.

I'm bored.
I've got nothing to do.

Well, find something to do.

Read one of your comic books.

They depress me.

Then read a magazine.

Okay.

[object crashes]

Ed, I have never
seen you so restless.

What's the matter
with you, anyway?

I'm bored.

There's nothing for a horse
to do around here.

You can talk.

Why don't you go out
and exchange gossip

with the postman
or the neighbors or somebody?

You know I talk only to you.

All right, gabby.

Look, be a good fella.

Go back in your stall,
have a little snack, huh?

Okay, okay.

Eat, sleep, eat, sleep.

I lead a dog's life.

[chewing sounds]

Ed, must you chew
your food like a cow?

Sorry, Wilbur.

Wilbur.

I told you to be quiet.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, Rog, hi.

I'm sorry, Rog. We were...

What's new?

Wilbur, I have just had
the most wonderful break.

You know those
12 acres I own near the railroad track--

that lemon I've been
trying to get rid of for years?

You mean that property
you've been trying to sell me?

I've had a wonderful break.

Armstrong Circus is in town,

and I've leased them
the property for eight weeks on a percentage basis.

Wow. I bet you stand
to make quite a profit.

With the deal I've made,

I'll need one of
their elephants

to help me carry
the money to the bank.

You know, with my luck,
if I'd been in on the deal,

a mouse could do the job.

I do have the knack,
don't I?

Oh, you do.

Anyway, I'd like to have
you and Carol as my guests

at the opening
performance tonight.

I haven't been
to a circus since I was--

Well, about--

I was there last year.

Well, see you
under the big top.

All right.

Under the big top.

He's real circus folk, huh?

What time are we
leaving tonight, Wilbur?

We? I can't take you.

Oh, why not?

I'd look pretty stupid
buying a ticket for a horse.

I'm only 9.

You could get me in
for half price.

You just stay here,
and I'll bring you home some nice cotton candy.

You and your cotton-pickin'
cotton candy.

Gee.

Would you hurry
it up, honey?

The circus starts
in an hour.

Oh, darling,
will you help me?

My zipper is stuck.

One zipper-upper,
coming up.

Let's see.

Isn't it nice of Roger
to take us to the circus?

He can afford it.

He stands to make
a lot of money leasing this land out.

I'm glad you don't
regret not buying that land from Roger.

What do you mean by that?

- Nothing.
- Nothing, huh?

I don't remember
you advising me

when he offered me the deal.

Sweetheart, I didn't think--

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking that
I'm a terrible businessman.

- Oh, Wilbur.
- Oh, yes.

You've been carrying
this thing on your chest for months,

and you just
had to get it off, didn't you?

I'm awful sorry, dear.

Oh, it's all right, honey.

I'll slip into
something else.

Well, let's get going.

Hi. How are you?

I'll be right down.
Won't be a minute.

You just entertain yourselves.

I tore her dress.

Isn't that sweet?

Well, what actually happened--

Wilbur, please. I know
it makes a very spicy story,

but I'd like to get
to the circus on time.

Relax, Rog. They don't
start counting the money

till everybody leaves.

I'm not worried about
getting my share of the take.

Then why did you pack
that adding machine

in the trunk of the car?

You have an adorable
little mouth, my dear.

Of course, I use
the word "little" advisedly.

I'll be right back.
I've got to tuck Ed in for the night.

Keep slugging, kids.

I got you ahead
by two rounds, Kay.

[humming]

Good night, Ed.
We'll be leaving in--

What's your feedbag
doing here?

You want me to eat
hot dogs at the circus?

Ed, I told you.
We can't take you with us to the circus.

They don't sell
seats for horses.

So I'll stand.

I can't take you.
Now, please, try to understand, huh?

But I'm so bored.

All I do all day
is look at these four bare walls.

Okay, I'll try to get
Picasso to come in and paint you a mural.

Why can't I go?

Got to be leaving now, Ed.

I'll call you
when I get back from the circus. Sorry.

[Ed groans]

You may see me there.

Oh?

I hate to do this, Ed,

but you are asking for it.

Please take your horsey
to the circus, Wilbur.

Horsey threatens
to go over the wall,

horsey is going to be
locked in his stall.

That ought to keep you
from getting any wild ideas.

How will you open the lock?

I thought you lost the key.

I did, yeah.

But, uh...

[chuckles]

- I had another one made.
- [Ed groans]

Good night, Ed.

Pleasant dreams.

We'll see.

Well, well, the lost key.
Ha ha ha!

They haven't made the jail
that can hold this horsey.

Buttered popcorn.

Hot peanuts.

Fresh buttered popcorn.

Wilbur, you're
worse than a child.

You eat any more,
you'll explode.

You better
start the countdown.

Popcorn.

Oh, doll,
isn't this exciting?

Addison, must you
count the house now?

But the place
is almost a sell-out.

With attendance like this,
I may be able to take you

on that European trip
you've always wanted.

Keep counting.

And now,
that death-defying act

never before
seen in this country.

The daredevil horse Galahad,

leaping through
the ring of fire.

Here he comes now.

Hi, Ed.

Hi, Wilbur.
How was the circus?

Same old acts. Believe me,
you didn't miss a thing.

You can say that again.

- Huh?
- Nothing.

Just making small talk.

I'm sorry I had
to chain you up like that, Ed.

I'll take the lock off now.

Take your time. No hurry.

Okay.

Ed, before I left,
I put that lock on your left foot.

Now it's on your right foot.
How come?

Maybe I crossed
my legs in my sleep.

And maybe you crossed me.

Ed-, you were at that circus.

Impossible.
You got the key.

You called a locksmith
and got him to open it.

That wouldn't be
smart of me, Wilbur.

He'd send you a bill.

You're right, Ed. I'm sorry.

It's my mistake.
Will you forgive me?

Sure, buddy.
You're only human.

I'll give you some oats
before you hit the sack.

No, Wilbur, don't bother.

It's no bother.

How did this circus program
get in here?

In where?

You know where.
Into your feedbag.

I'm waiting for an answer.

And I'm working on one.

I don't know how you got loose,
but you disobeyed me.

If you ever do that again,
you're going to be in--

Look at me
when I'm talking to you.

I'm running away
and joining the circus.

That's a laugh.

What are you going to do?
You only talk to me.

- I have other talents.
- Like what?

Well, I'm an escape artist.

I'll take
that circus life any time.

Traveling all over
the world, top billing.

Yeah, Mister Ed.

The horse on
the flying trapeze.

[hums "Man On
The Flying Trapeze"]

[hums "Man On
The Flying Trapeze"]

Let's see--
2,800 attendance last night.

Figure the same for tonight.

Are we really going
to take me to Europe, doll?

My dear, if business
continues like this,

I may take you to the moon.

Mother's little
financial genius.

Kay, let's face it.

Either you've got it
or you haven't.

I've got it,
and I'm getting more.

When you talk to me
like this, I get goose pimples all over.

I'm hungry. I wonder what's
keeping Carol and Wilbur.

It was sweet of you
to invite them over for breakfast, doll.

You know that when I offered
to sell that property

to Wilbur last year,
he turned it down.

You want to make him
feel good.

No. I want to rub it in.

I wonder how much money
Addison made last night.

Think I'll mosey over
and nosy around.

- Hi, Kay.
- Hello, sweetie.

+e

- Hi, Wilbur.
- Hello, Kay.

It's nice of you
to invite us for breakfast.

- My pleasure.
- Roger.

- Hi, Wilbur.
- Don't get up.

I won't.

I was just figuring out
your share of the profits for last night.

My share of the profits?

Oh, I forgot.
We're not partners.

You turned down
that property, didn't you?

Addison, don't rub it in.

Oh, let him rub.

For my goof,
I deserve a massage.

Don't worry, honey.
There'll be other opportunities.

- And other massages.
- [phone rings]

- Excuse me.
- Certainly.

Don't pay any attention
to what he says.

Wilbur, I fixed
your favorite kippers.

I don't like kippers.

He does so.

Good morning, Mr. Armstrong.

Bad news.

What happened?

It's Galahad.
He's come down with a cold.

No, he won't be able
to perform the next week or so.

Haven't you got another horse
that can make the jump?

No, huh?

Of course I'm worried
about the gate receipts.

For what that will
cost us tonight,

I'd jump through
that flaming hoop myself.

[groans]

[groans louder]

Can I do something
for you, Rog?

Maybe give you a massage?

Oh, Wilbur, please.
Don't rub it in.

Oh, come on, Rog.
It's only money.

[groans]

Someday, we'll all
look back on this and laugh.

I know I will.

Just trying to cheer him up.

I have a feeling
you're cheering him down.

What Wilbur means, doll,
it's only money.

You still have me.

[groans]

[phone rings]

Hello.

Oh, Mr. Armstrong.

Yes, he's here.

For you, Addison.

[groans]

Don't tell me
the tent burned down.

We just got a lucky break.

A man called and claims
he's got a horse

that can jump through
the flaming hoop.

He says it's
the spitting image of Galahad.

We won't even
have to change the publicity.

Wonderful. That's marvelous.

What time are you
going to see this horse?

7:00? Fine.
I'll meet you there.

Oh, boy,
what a wonderful break.

Mr. Armstrong says
he has a replacement for Galahad.

We won't lose
any money tonight.

Doll, it's nice to have
the color back in your face.

You looked like
you were out of this world.

I did?

Yeah, and we were
plenty worried during your reentry period.

You still thinking about
running away from home and joining the circus?

Yep. I guess it's
the gypsy in my blood.

Let me tell you about
the uncertainty of circus life.

You take
Galahad the wonder horse.

Yesterday, a big star.

I happen to know today,
he is being replaced.

That's right. By me.

If you would
just use your head...

You?

Who do you think
called Armstrong?

You.

Ed, whatever made you
do a thing like that?

I want to be in the circus.

Even if it means leaping
through a flaming hoop?

I guess I'm just a big ham.

Go on and jump,
and you'll wind up a smoked ham.

Oh?

Ed, believe me.

This whole thing
is just a passing fancy.

You know, every kid
at some time in his life

wants to run away from home
and join a circus.

So it's my turn now.

This is impossible.

You could never
pass for Galahad.

You got the same
coloring, but you have different markings.

Ever hear of a dye job?

You want to dye your hair?

Why not?

So I'll be a horse of
a different color.

You really want to
run away from home and join the circus?

I never wanted
anything more.

Okay.

If that's what you want,
I won't stand in your way, Ed.

Please.
The name is Galahad.

While you're
down there, Wilbur,

do my toenails.

Next, you'll be wanting
open-toed horseshoes.

Ed, I think it would
be easier if I bought you a wig.

The first windy day,
I'd be blowing my top.

Put a touch of gray
in my tail, Wilbur.

Give me
that distinguished look.

You'll get gray soon enough,

when you're out
in the world on your own.

Does he or doesn't he?

We'll just let you
cool off a little

before we go
down to the circus.

Do you think I should
have my hooves manicured while I'm waiting?

No, but I think
you should have your head examined.

Hey, Wilbur, how about
driving down to the circus with me

to take a look at
that horse that Mr. Armstrong is--

What's all this?

This is Ed. He's going to
take Galahad's place.

What?

Rog, what difference
does it make

which horse jumps
through the hoop

as long as the horse
is willing to jump, and he looks like Galahad?

I think I'm going to cry.

He sure looks like Galahad,
doesn't he?

Sure does.

I still say he won't jump.

He'll jump, all right.

There's only one thing,
Mr. Armstrong.

I don't want
any money for Ed.

No money?

No. I'll take
Galahad instead,

if it's okay with you.

But I'd much rather pay cash.

Then it's no deal.

You see, I'm used
to having a horse around the place,

and Ed looks
so much like Galahad

it would make me feel
less lonesome.

This whole thing
is ridiculous.

That old nag
will never jump.

He's chicken clear down
to his pin feathers.

All right.
You've got a deal.

If your horse
will jump through the ring,

we'll make the swap.

Come on, come on.
It's getting close to show time.

Make him jump.

Come on.

Okay, Joe,
kill the house lights.

Hit the follow spot.

Light the ring.

You're all set.

All right, Ed.
Go ahead. Jump.

Go on, Ed.

Jump.

I knew it. Look at him.

He's shaking so much,
he could mix a martini.

Ed, don't jump.

Don't jump, Ed.
Don't jump.

Don't jump.
Don't jump, Ed.

Don't jump. Come on, Ed.

Well, I guess we'd
better announce Galahad won't appear tonight.

What? We'll lose money.

Can't we get one of
the other animals to jump?

How about the kangaroo?

Monkeys?

The zebra.
Zebras jump, don't they?

You must have some animal.
This is a big circFus.

You were really
going to jump, Ed.

What was that bit
about Galahad coming to live with you?

Well, Ed, you'd be gone,

and I wanted
another horse to love

and to go riding with
in the park,

and camping and fishing,

and all the things
we used to do together.

You could hardly
wait to get rid of me.

[Ed cries]

It was your idea to join
the circus, not mine.

The body isn't even cold,

and you wanted another horse.

No, Ed, I didn't
want another horse.

There's nobody
could take your place, Ed.

This is what you wanted.

Why'd you listen to me?

I'm just a crazy
mixed-up kid.

You won't be bored
back in the barn?

No, and if I ever talk
about running away again,

you know what
I want you to do?

What?

Put that lock on me
and throw away both keys.

All right, Ed.

Both keys?

I should've figured
there was another key.

Where are you hiding it?

You come back
and tell me where you're hiding that key.

Ed, can I come in?

Yeah. Come in.

I saw your light on.
What are you doing up so late?

Just standing around
thinking.

What are you
thinking about?

About what a nut I am.

Forget it, Ed.

Everybody gets bored
with his life now and again

and feels like
running away.

Want to hear a poem
I just made up?

- A poem?
- Yeah.

All right.

Blessings on thee,
Wilbur Post.

As a buddy, you're the most.

I promise you
I'll never roam,

'cause where you are
is home sweet home.

Oh, Ed.

You want to hear it again?

Sure.

Blessings on thee,
Wilbur Post.

As a buddy...

♪ 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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