All language subtitles for Cheers S11E04 1080p BluRay x264-BORDURE

Cheers is filmed
before a live studio audience.

Hey, Cliff ie, what you doing?

Writing a letter of application
for the Eco pod.

What the heck's the Eco pod?

It's a totally self-contained environment

located in a mile-wide bubble
underneath the desert floor.

It's going to be inhabited

by the best and the brightest
of the human species

so I thought I'd apply.

Are they going
to have a zoo in there, too?

Very funny, Carla.

You'll be laughing out
of the other side of your face

when they make me
Postmaster General of the Eco pod.

Actually, the Eco pod does have
some scientific merit.

It was designed by a colleague
of Lilith's, Dr. Louis Pascal.

It will serve as a prototype
for the colonization of space.

Plus which, the grant money is incredible.

I hear Pascal's driving a Lexus.

I sure hope I get a shot
at being sealed up in that thing.

Say, would a petition help?

- It might.
- Hey, I'll sign that.

Boy!

You guys are the best friends
a fella ever had.

Sammy, when is Woody getting
back from his honeymoon?

I've been working
a double shift for two weeks

and I'm exhausted.

Oh, thank you. Come again.

Oh, my God! Who am I?

Isn't that Henri,

that jerk who's always
trying to steal Kelly from Woody?

You know, I just don't like that guy.

- Con artist.
- Mr. Frenchie Two-face.

Hello, fellows.

- Hey!
- How you doing?

Hey, Henri, what can I do for you?

I need a favor, Sam.

I need you to tell
the Unemployment Office

that I applied for a job
and you turned me down.

- Sammy, come here.
- What?

Listen, why don't we hire the guy?
That would help me out a lot.

- I don't know about that.
- Henri, did you ever tend bar?

- Well, yes, but...
- You're hired.

No, but you are missing the point.

You are to turn me down
and send me on my way

so that I might spend
my afternoon watching television.

Sorry, man, but I need the help.

Zut alors.

Okay. Give me an apron.

Oh, mon Dieu,
I am filling Woody's shoes.

Oh, the pressure.

Well, Henri, let me
be your first customer, okay?

I would like a beer,
please, and put it on my tab.

Aren't you supposed
to pay when served?

Well, as long as we're bringing up
the matter of debt, Frenchie,

let me bring up
a couple little things

called World War I
and World War ll, okay?

Now, why don't we subtract
the cost of my puny little beer

from the enormous debt
that you owe us.

Okay, okay.

You came down
pretty hard on him, didn't you?

Damn it, Cliff ie.
My dad was almost in the army.

Say, can I bum a cigarette?

I got one... Oh, my God!

Sam, I swear, I swear.

No, this is the only
one that I've had.

You promised me
you would not smoke in the office.

We had a little problem
with that, remember?

I know, I know, and I've tried to quit,
but it's too hard. I just can't.

Yeah, well, you need
some professional help.

Oh, wait a minute.

Yeah. Here we go.

"Smokers Anonymous,"

"Smoke Beaters."

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

"Dr. Kluger's No-Mercy Clinic."

Wait a minute. Let me see that.

Sam, he doesn't even have an ad.
It's just his name.

How about going with this one,
with the cute, little smoking kitty?

Yeah. Is this Dr. Kluger?

My name's Sam Malone,
and I have an employee

that needs to stop smoking
right this very minute.

Can you help me out?

Yeah, tell me about your program.

Boy, I bet that hurts, huh?

I bet you really have to be
a doctor to do that, don't you?

No, no. Sounds terrific.

Yes, I can. All right. Great.

Thank you very much.

- Sounds good.
- Oh, yeah.

I'll fit it in in my spare time.
Maybe I'll stop by next week.

No, you don't understand.

We got to get you up
to the sidewalk right now.

They're sending the Kluger van.

Sam!

Come on. It'll be good for you.

You'll be all right.

So. You're the girl
who likes to smoke.

You don't intimidate me.

I've been to a million
of these places, and they don't work.

- I'm outta here.
- Well, fine. Go.

You're free to leave.

No door knob.

Yeah. That's right, Miss Howe.

Because you have the key,
and the key is discipline.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

I'm scared.

Why don't you just save yourself
some time and unlock the door.

All right, Miss. Howe.
Relax. Have a seat.

Why don't you have a cigarette?

In fact...

Why don't you have
a thousand cigarettes?

Now...

You are going to smoke

until you can smoke no more,

but I predict you will not get past 50.

No one has ever gotten past 50.

I had 50 in the van.

Oh, well, I can see this is
going to be a challenge.

All right. Hold my calls.

And so you can imagine
my embarrassment

when I made two dates
for the same night.

What happened when your
two lovelies arrived?

Was there a cat fight?

Oh, please, tell me
there was a cat fight.

Of course.

There was a big cat fight.

They were very, very naughty.

I don't even know why I kept
letting them up on the bed.

Henri, where was the
strangest place that you ever...

That would have
to be during a performance

in the balcony of the Paris Opera.

And believe me,

it wasn't over
until the fat lady sang.

Very impressive.

And what about you, Sam?

You're supposed to be
a great ladies' man.

All right, let's see.
The strangest place.

That'd have to be, back of a car.

That's not so strange.

The car's on an assembly line, Henri.

You played with me, Sam.

Hey, I like you.
It's nothing personal.

As a matter of fact, I think of you
as kind of a young Sam Malone.

Don't you mean
you're kind of an old Henri?

No, I don't.

But why should we argue the point
when we can settle it in battle?

What do you mean?

Well, I suggest a little competition.

All right, here's what we do.

We shall collect phone numbers
from beautiful women.

Whoever has the most
phone numbers at midnight

will be acknowledged
as the world's greatest ladies' man.

That's a great idea.

Take him, Sammy.

Yeah, put him in his place.

Don't listen to this.
It's a stupid idea.

Oh! Do I hear a scaredy-cat tone?

Would you grow up, Henri?

scaredy-cat

scaredy-cat

scaredy-cat

Hey, hey, stop that.
Hey, please, will ya?

Maybe ten years ago
I would have taken this silly bet,

but I'm older and I'm a little wiser.

Well, maybe you're right, Sam.
Maybe we don't need to compete.

I'll simply be king of ladies' man,

and you'll be the mayor
of scaredy-Cat Town.

You'd better hurry.

I am about to get
my first number.

Yeah, well, he can get
all the numbers he wants.

I'm not gonna stoop to his level.

Bravo, Sam.
You handled that very well.

It's good to see that you've evolved
beyond the playboy mentality

of bedding every woman you meet.

Times have changed,
and you've wisely changed with them.

I applaud that.

I appreciate that. Thanks.
Thanks very much.

Well, the king of babes is dead.

What the hell are we
supposed to do now?

- Norman.
- Yeah?

Tell the bartender
I need a vodka rocks.

Sammy, Carla needs
a vodka rocks and a beer.

Carla, would you cut it out
with this "tell the bartender" stuff?

It's me, Sam.

Sam is dead.

He died when he wouldn't
take the challenge from Henri.

You know, that's just childish.

Can we please just talk
about anything besides this damn bet?

Okay. How about this?

What would metropolis be like
if Superman retired?

One thing wrong with that scenario...

Superman gives a damn.

I've got two more numbers, Sam.

Yeah, well, I'm not playing, Henri.

You will, Sam. You will.

Yeah? What makes you think so?

Because I know you, Sam.

Deep down you're a babe hound,
just as I am. Admit it.

With every phone number I get,
you die a little inside.

You can deny what you are
to the others, but not to me.

Come, Sam.

Come over to the dark side.

Just go fill up pretzel bowls, will you?

Okay, okay.

But after they're filled,
come to the dark side.

Now that Sammy's dead,

you realize we're going
to have to live vicariously

through Henri?

You know, Cliff ie...

Just say we stop living vicariously
through others, huh?

What do you say
we get off our duffs for once

and live ourselves
so that some other poor schlubs

can live vicariously through us, huh?

What do you say... Oh, jeez.

Damn, I nearly got through it, too.

You were good.
I thought you were going to do it.

You are the most beautiful
woman I have ever seen.

It would make my life worth living

if only I could have
your phone number.

Sorry. Nothing personal.
I just don't like French guys.

That's just an affectation.
I'm Chuck from Portland.

I just figured you're so sophisticated

that you wouldn't have
anything to do with plain old me.

You should have
more confidence, Chuck.

Maybe this will help your self-esteem.

I got another one.

Thank you.

Sammy, I am thrashing you soundly.

You'd better hurry.
You'll never catch up.

Look at Sammy just standing there.

Maybe Henri's right.

Maybe he is a scaredy-cat.

You guys don't get it, do you?

I've done all this babe-chasing stuff.

All right, here's what it is.

It's like watching
The Three Stooges, you know?

You watch the early ones with Curly,

and they were magic.

And then you watch
the later ones, you know,

where they're using
the same jokes with Curly Joe,

and it just breaks your heart.

See, what I'm saying is...

I guess, you know,

you got to move
with the times, that's all.

Listen to the scaredy-cat
knocking Curly Joe.

I got another one, Sam.

Hey, the whole issue is closed, Henri.

I'm not taking the bet.

Very well. I give up.

I won't bother you again.

After all, what can I expect
from an American?

You are all fat, lazy, stupid.

All you want to do
is watch TV, eat fast food,

while your easy women are scooped up
by handsome foreigners like myself.

That tears it!

You've just drawn blood
on the US of A, pal.

- Cliff ie, calm down.
- Calm down, nothing.

Sammy might be missing in action,
but on behalf of this great nation,

I'm going to go out there
and collect more telephone numbers

than that sleazy Frenchman.

What about it, men?
Are you with me?

You know, I'm usually afraid of girls,

but it's for America.

- Me, too!
- Let's go!

Hey, fellas, fellas, fellas.

Please. Take your seats.

Okay, Henri, you're on.

Carla, get the babe kit.

Not the babe kit!
Sam, are you sure?

Yep.

But Sammy, he's just a kid.

He didn't know.

Maybe it's time he grew up.

But, Sam, you told me never
to get the babe kit!

Henri...

You shouldn't have brought
America into this.

The babe kit! I'm shaking.

What is this babe kit?

Tell me.

Tell me!

scaredy-cat
scaredy-cat

scaredy-cat
scaredy-cat

Okay, Carla, I'm ready.
Bring in the kit.

Before you open this thing,

I want you to know this is
a one-shot deal, tonight only.

In this box is
the Sam Malone I used to be.

Sammy, if you've outgrown
all this stuff, why do you keep it?

I thought maybe
one day I'd have a son.

Sam!

Sam!

The first edition of
your little black book.

Your members-only jacket.

Sammy! A picture of you and Elvis.

Yeah. The chicks really love that.

- What kind of cologne is that?
- It's a special blend...

Old Spice, Hai Karate,
and something that takes spots out.

I'm not really sure.

Well, I'll leave you to prepare.

Every time I think I'm out,
they pull me back in!

So, I wanted to be an artist.

The old man wouldn't have it.

"After medical school."

- I could never please him.
- Oh... not you.

With all the important work you do?

Well...

It was never enough.

- You poor, poor man.
- Yeah.

Watch it. Don't get ashes on my diploma.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey, Frasier.

Say, what's the tote board for?

I thought Sam
wasn't gonna take that bet.

Well, he wasn't,

but then Henri turned it
into a big grudge match,

France vs. the USA.

At the last hour,
Sam stepped in for our side.

Damn! I missed it!

I was home teaching my kid to read.

I could kick myself!

Thanks a lot, sweetheart.
I'll give you a call next week.

You know, I think the two of us could be
very special together, Michelle...

or should I say number eight?

USA! USA!

USA! USA!

Oh, my God, is it really you?

- Yeah. Hi.
- How long has it been?

Oh, I love what you
did with your hair. It's great.

Thank you.

- Are you still going with...
- Steve?

- Yeah! Steve! Right.
- No, no.

Apparently he wasn't ready
to make a commitment.

Is that Steve or what?

God, you look wonderful.

Give me a hug.

Great to see you.
Great to see you.

This is crazy. This is crazy.
Here, give me your number.

I don't want to lose
touch with you again.

You know, I really meant
to call you a couple of times.

Well, shame on you for not.

Give me another hug.

All right.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye. See you later.

Sammy, who was that?

How the hell should I know?

USA! USA! USA!

So, how many orphans
did you save?

Oh...15.

16 if you include their little puppy.

You went back in to save a puppy?

Well, it was an orphan, too.

- My card.
- Oh, thank you.

- Could you push that down for me?
- Oh, sure.

How am I doing, Carla?

Well, it's all tied up
with two minutes left.

No sweat.

That's what I like to hear.
The old Sammy's back.

I can't believe it.

Excuse me, miss, have you seen

an Olympic gold medal
from the decathlon?

I hate to lose it.
It was part of a set.

But I tell you something.

I would give them all up
for a shot at your phone number.

Look, I find you very amusing,
and I appreciate all this flattery,

but if this is just some bar pickup,
I wish you wouldn't.

I'm just coming off a bad relationship,
and I'm very vulnerable right now.

Oh, well, I'm...

I'm sorry. I didn't know that.

Actually, I'm not an Olympic athlete.

Sammy, hurry.

I'm a secret agent.

I'm sorry. You were right the first time.

It's a sleazy bar pickup.

Forgive me. It's very childish.

- Good luck to you.
- Thanks.

Yeah. Sorry.

Oh, shoot.

I guess Henri wins.

I win! I win!

France has won!
France has won!

There's something you never hear.

Well, Henri, you won fair and square.

- Congratulations.
- Yes, I did, Sam.

And on behalf
of Frenchmen everywhere,

let me just say...

Thank you.
How very gracious of you.

Shame on you, Sam.

Shame on you!

You threw back the tying babe
just because she was vulnerable.

The old Sammy would've kept
on pushing until he got the number.

Maybe I'm just not
the old Sammy anymore.

No, I guess you're not.

- Excuse me?
- Yeah?

Listen, I just wanted to tell you

that I appreciate you being
such a gentleman back there.

- Oh, well...
- I don't meet many men like that.

You're welcome. You're welcome.
Good luck to you.

Hey, what are you doing
later on tonight?

I thought you wanted to be alone.
What about all that vulnerable stuff?

Oh, that was just a line I use

to find out what kind of man
I'm dealing with.

Good for you!

Hey, you guys,
you have to meet this guy.

- He is such a gentleman.
- Oh, hi.

- Yeah, and he's cute, too.
- Oh, well...

Listen, we're gonna go out.
Do you want to come along?

It's a lot more fun with four.

Yeah.

Look, there's one thing
you should know.

We do everything together.

Everything?

Everything.

Well, ladies, ladies...

Carla, would you close the bar for me?

Oh, Henri, congratulations on that...

...that phone number thing we were doing.

Okay, ladies, right foot.

USA! USA!