All language subtitles for Sabrina s05e09 Lost at C.eng

Ugly... cheesy...

That is so last year.

Stupid pet catalog.

Five bucks for a squeaker mouse

and it's not even a good faux fur.

These people don't know diddly about cats.

Do they have a section on muzzles?

No. Why would a cat need a...

Aren't you the witty one.

Hello?

Oh, Hilda, that is so juicy.

I understand-- you're sequestered

and you can't discuss the case.

Call me the minute you break.

First day on other realm jury duty

and Hilda's already
on trial, and it's a biggy.

Is it that shady ring
of magic carpet cleaners?

No. The defendant
is the other realm's biggest

and sleaziest supplier
of black market hot tubs.

Lou Packard.

You know him?

We've broken bread.

Lou taught me
all about the world of commerce

how to move merchandise.

Wait a minute.

You two were actually in business together?

If Thailand could talk.

I'll tell you something

if Lou's convicted

and turned into a feline

he'll be appalled by the outerwear

in this catalog.

I mean, what cat with any self-respect

would be caught dead wearing this?

The joke's on you.

I said a cat with self-respect.

Sync by Alice
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I knew we should have shoved our way

up to the front.

Why? He's handing out English papers

not Macy Gray tickets.
Exactly.

I kicked butt on that paper.

I want to collect my "A"
and slide into the weekend

basking in the afterglow
of a job well done.

Beats my weekend plans:

helping my mother pick
out her new toilet seat

and recovering from the "F"
I'm about to get.

You really think you failed?

No, but this way if I did

I won't be disappointed.

I'm going shopping this weekend, too.

The Apocalypse Fest and Parking Lot Sale.

Killer deals. Everything is priced to move.

Miles, you're up. Look alive.

Professor Carlin, I don't mean
to lay a guilt trip on you

but a bad grade could put

a dark cloud over my entire
apocalypse weekend.

Bring me back a hat?

I always do, sir.

Professor Carlin, I just want to say

what a pleasure it is

to explore American literature with you.

I mean, as Mark Twain once said...

This bites the big one!

Ah, yes-- Becky Thatcher in Tom Sawyer.

She was a real potty mouth.

Sabrina, are you all right?

No, I'm not all right.

I got a "C"! A "C"!

Big deal. You got a "C."

It's not like it's the first one

you've ever gotten.

Oh, my God, it is.

Roxie, this paper is my future.

Getting a "C" is like being told

"Nice try. Now go hose
down the Slurpee machine."

Hey, I got a "C," and I have no intention

of hawking big gulps
for the rest of my life.

I got a "D"

and a... giant question mark.

I'm sorry, guys.

You know how I am about my grades.

Psycho.
Psycho.

Hey, I worked really hard on this paper.

I just don't get what the problem is.

The problem is Carlin.

He doesn't want to spoil his reputation

as the toughest teacher at Adams.

Not to mention he's a pawn
of the establishment.

No connection between Huckleberry Finn

and the rise of the military-industrial
complex? Please.

Mystery solved about his grade.

You're going to obsess
about this, aren't you?

No. Obsessing is what Miles does.

I prefer confrontation.

You hate confrontation.

Good point.

Would you go ask Carlin
why he gave me a "C"?

Fine. I'll do it, but you owe me.

Professor Carlin?

Oh, hello, Sabrina.

I don't mean to be
disrespectful or anything

but I just wanted to talk to you
about the grade you gave me

on the Huck Finn paper.

I think it is bogus and totally ridiculous.

Well, I like students who aren't afraid

to express their opinion.
Keep up the good work.

Professor Carlin, it
was a well-constructed essay.

My footnotes were awesome.

I triple-checked for typos.

I even included that bonus paragraph

"Factoids of The Mighty Mississippi."

Look, Sabrina, the mechanics
of your paper were good

but your thesis lacked depth,
originality and punch.

It was oozing with punch.

If you want to argue
that Huckleberry Finn is

about hypocrisy in society,
I'm all for that

but you need specifics to back it up:

how did Huck's upbringing impact
his relationship with Jim

as they rode down the river?

Why did I have to say "river"?

Still, I don't think I deserved a "C."

Well, just work harder
on your next assignments

and eventually you'll get that "P."

I mean, "B."

I'm going to try the third floor.

"B"? I want an "A"!

Oops.

Hilda, Lou Packard has swindled
hundreds of gullible women

out of their life savings.

Yes, I'm sure he has a very nice smile.

No, I will not go to your bank
and make a withdrawal.

Call me later.

I can't believe it.

Hilda is developing a crush on Lou Packard.

What on earth?

What is all of this?

Salem, what did you do, rob a Petco?

Petco? Please.

These are all custom-designed
Salem Saberhagen originals.

"Anti-tick shampoo with jojoba"?

Zellie, witness the rebirth
of animal retail.

My new business...

Cat-opia!

"Furniture, apparel, cuisine

pour le chat a la mode."

"For the cat with ice cream on top"?

The gals in accounting came up with that.

Salem, you can't open a store.

You're no good with the general public

and you have no thumbs.

Not a factor, baby doll.

This is strictly an Internet operation

catering to the millions

of felines with discretionary income.

I hate to burst your bubble

but not many cats know
how to work a computer.

Please! Show me a cat
that can't work a mouse.

I've got a much better
vibe about this paper.

I'm feeling very confident.

Then why did you chew off

nine of your fingernails?

I need the fiber.

There's nothing to be nervous about.

I told you guys what Professor Carlin said

about supporting our arguments.

We all worked very hard on our papers

and I'm sure it'll be
reflected in our grades.

But don't go by me.

I can't believe this.

We did everything he wanted

and we all got Cs.

This is awesome! I shot up to average.

In a month, I could be wrecking the curve.

This is insane.

I mean, I supported my thesis
25 different ways.

This paper is filthy with subtext.

Spellman, when are you going to realize?

it doesn't matter how hard
you work for Carlin--

"C" is the best grade anyone
ever gets in his class.

Hilda, I don't care
how dreamy Lou's eyes are

love notes don't usually
contain the words "or else."

Oh, honey, I've got to go.

Hi, Sabrina.

How'd you do on your English paper?

I got a freakin' "C," okay?!

You're kidding.

I thought it was a wonderful paper.

I loved the way you identified

Hawthorne's symbolic use of color--

Dimmesdale's white lofty brow

Chillingworth's black heart

and Hester Prynne's scarlet letter.

All leading to Sabrina's big fat "C."

You know, maybe I'm just
not cut out for college.

Maybe I should drop out, join a road crew

and pick up trash along the highway.

I could meet interesting
felons, work outdoors

plus I'm one of the few people
who looks really good in orange.

Honey, you're not picking up trash.

You're going to stay in school

and finish your education.

You know, I used to love English.

It was always my favorite language.

But now I don't care
if I read another novel

as long as I live.

Oh, honey, I know plenty of tough graders

but turning students off

to learning really cracks my corn.

I'm going to give Professor Carlin
a piece of my mind.

No, please, don't.

Look, I don't want Carlin singling me out

because I cried to my auntie.

I'm not going in as your aunt.

I'm going in as an educator.

I'll be professional and discrete.

You know how good I am with people.

Oh, Professor, so sorry to hear

your wife left you.

She did?

Excuse me.

Are you Professor Carlin?

Yes, I am.

I'm afraid I've already
hired my graduate T.A.

Oh, you thought I was a graduate...

Aren't you sweet.

That depends on who you ask.

And you would be?

Single... I mean, Zelda.

I mean, Professor Zelda Spellman.

Hi, Zelda. I'm Arthur.

It's a pleasure to finally
make your acquaintance.

I've been hearing wonderful
things about you. -Really?

They say the quality
of the science department's

gone up 12 notches since you came aboard.

Well, I do have a passion for physics.

I try to use it to inspire my students.

That's very admirable.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

So, uh, not that you need a reason

but what brings you here?

Oh, yes. My niece Sabrina.

Ooh, I wasn't supposed to say that.

Oh, look, just between us,
she's feeling very frustrated

about her Hawthorne paper

which I read and thought was quite good.

It was good but not great.

A great paper would have explored

Hawthorne's frequent use of mirrors

to reveal the characters in her thoughts

and the emotional tension between them.

I'm surprised that wasn't obvious to you.

Well, I just skimmed it, really.

But the issue is bigger

than this one paper.

I'm afraid that by being
so tough on your students

you're destroying their morale.

Zelda, I know I'm not
the world's easiest teacher

but I feel my role is to raise
the bar and show these kids

that they're capable of doing better.

That's what's going to prepare them

for the demands of the real world.

It's true.

It's very competitive out there.

Things were so much simpler
when I went to school.

We went to class during the day,
studied at night

and fought the Ottoman
Empire on the weekends.

Rival football team.

Football fan, are you?

Well, I certainly could be.

So, did you talk to Carlin?

Oh! We chatted some.

Well, what did he say?

Oh, this and that.

What this? What that?

Well, he said that if you work harder

you'll get a better grade

and something about mirrors

that I didn't quite understand.

That's all you got out of it

that I should work harder?

That's the gist of hit. Got to go.

Whoa, whoa. I get the feeling

there's something you're not telling me.

Oh, all right.

Professor Carlin and I have a date tonight.

A date? You went in there
to bolster student morale

and you came out dating the enemy?

Sweetheart, he's not Saddam Hussein.

He's a man of strong convictions

trying to get the best out of his students.

I'm convinced that if you
really apply yourself

your hard work will pay off.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Thanks for nothing, Aunt Sellout.

This is incredible.

I can't believe I got an "A"

on the Hemingway paper.

That's the first "A"

Professor Carlin's given out this decade.

You know, I didn't believe it

but I guess it's true--

if you really apply yourself

your hard work will be rewarded.

So, what time are you picking me up

for our date tonight?

The sooner the better.

Looks like you're not the only one

who's applying herself.

What does that mean?

Your aunt's doing all the work

and you're the one getting rewarded.

Congratulations on your "A."

Stop staring at me.

I can't help it.

I never thought

that you would be the one

to rip apart the moral fabric of academia.

What can I say? I'm good with my hands.

For the hundredth time

my "A" had nothing to do

with my aunt dating Professor Carlin.

Miles, would you just lay off of her?

We should admire Sabrina.

Thank you, Roxie.

She was just using her
wits and her aunt's body

to get the grade she couldn't
earn on her own.

I did earn it.

That "A" was a huge accomplishment for me.

Of course-- another milestone
in your insatiable quest

to climb the ladder of corruption and evil.

Hey, I'm on your side.

Remember me when you reach the top.

"Through his juxtaposition
of the ravages of war

"to the beauty of the landscape

"Hemingway reveals his personal code

in a world fraught
with cruelty and suffering."

This is a darn good paper.

I earned that "A."

Or maybe this is an average paper

and I earned the eternal contempt

of my friends and classmates.

I need another opinion.

Where am I going to find someone

who's impartial and objective
with a strong ethical sense?

Greetings, little lady.

May I please speak
to the feline of the house?

What are you doing?

Branching out from the Internet
to direct sales.

I need your opinion on my new products.

"Saberhagen's Miracle Worm Elixir?

Eliminates worms, blemishes
and limp-whisker syndrome."

What's in this?

Like I'd tell you.

Patent Pending.

Salem, I don't have time

for your snake oil Hucksterism.

I got to figure out whether
I earned that "A"

or if Professor Carlin just gave it to me

'cause he's dating Aunt Zelda.

Dating?

For the past week,
he's been chasing her around the house

like an animal in heat.

Speaking of which

can I interest you in a home spaying kit?

"An animal in heat"?

$12.99, and you get a full refund

should you inadvertently have kittens.

Professor Carlin, do you have a minute?

Uh, maybe later, Sabrina.

I have a class if...

I could just get this door open.

I'll be quick.

I just wanted to talk
to you about this thing

between you and my aunt.

Ah, yes, the exquisite Zelda.

Hey, you never told me

your aunt was a vision of loveliness.

Not unlike the young Lady Chatterley.

Funny, I don't know
how that didn't come up in class.

Listen, can I ask you about my grade?

You must be quite pleased
about finally getting that "A."

I'm outraged.

It's one thing to work hard for an "A"

but it's another to be handed one

you may not deserve because your aunt

is dating your English professor.

I don't like what you're implying.

Okay, maybe you didn't do it on purpose

but if you were easier
on me than everyone else

that's just not right.

I don't understand-- first you complain

my grades are too hard--
now they're too soft.

I just want what's fair.

I would really like it
if you would reread my essay

and give me the grade I deserve.

All right, fine.

If it will make you happy

I'll take it home and have
a look at it tonight.

What is with the doors in this building?

Thank you.

No, Hilda, even if he is proven innocent.

I have no intention

of double-dating in a hot tub

with you, Lou and his brother Stu.

Oh, what now?

Hey, foxy mama, what are you doing later?

I knock off at 5:00.

I'm going to knock you off right now.

Hilda, I've got to go.

Salem, Arthur's going
to be here any minute.

I can't have you driving
around the living room on a forklift.

Sorry, but one of my boys called in sick.

Oh, feast your eyes on this baby.

I know I'm going to be sorry I asked this

but what is that?

Meet the Relax-a-Cat

the one-stop feline pleasure center.

Let me demonstrate.

Oh, go work it, baby.

That's disgusting.

Arthur's here.

Floor show's over.

In a minute.

This is the best part.

No, this is the best part.

Mmm... peanut butter?

Interesting.

Hi.

Hello. You look absolutely ravishing.

Thank you.

I've always depended
on the compliments of strangers.

I believe the correct
Tennessee William's quote

is "the kindness of strangers."

I was making a joke.

Oh, well, I'll get my bag.

We'll be on our way.

Hey, Zelda, what is all this junk?

Just a few odds and ends.

Shouldn't we be going?

"The Ultimate Kitty Colon Cleanser."

I'm thinking of starting

a little business on the side.

I like to dabble in different fun things.

A cat colon cleansing company?

You have to admit, you don't
see anyone else doing it.

"Kitty Culottes"?

"Feline Footwear"?

Zelda, you shouldn't be wasting your time

with this nonsense.

It's my time.

I can do what I want with it.

Why are you always telling me

what I should and shouldn't do?

It's just... I hate dabblers.

You also hate wines that aren't from France

restaurants without Maitre d's

movies without subtitles...

That's not true.

I enjoyed Bonfire of the Vanities.

Of course, that was after

a bottle of excellent French burgundy.

As usual, you're missing the entire point.

You criticize everything.

Zelda, all I was trying to say was

it's the dabblers
and dilettantes of the world

who lower the bar

and undermine the work of serious thinkers.

And it's the narrow-minded

judgmental blowhards of the world

who stifle creativity.

I hate those people, too.

I was talking about you.

Is that another joke?

Do you see me laughing?

Hey, Salem, you left
your sample case at my house

and there's an awful odor coming from it.

Yeah, that worm elixir has
a shelf life of one hour.

But I got a new idea
that'll go through the roof.

Flea-nut Butter.

Actually that doesn't sound too bad

but I just might be giddy

because of my moral victory
with Professor Carlin.

I might be getting a lower grade. Woo-hoo!

You pompous jerk!

You frivolous little dilettante.

You should really be happy now.

Sounds like Zelda's going
to score you an "F."

Woo-hoo!

Oh, no.

I have had it

with your nit-picking perfectionism

always demanding that I do better.

Hello! Physically impossible.

I was trying to inspire you.

But obviously, you're a hopeless case.

You infuriate me.

You disgust me.

You repulse me.

Are we going to kiss now?
No.

Just checking.

Hi, guys.

Care for some dried fruit?

No, thank you. I was just leaving.

Oh, come on. The figs are really yummy.

Yummy?

You call yourself a college student?

You sound like a five-year-old.

How dare you insult my niece?

No, no, no. He was right to insult me.

I'd like to substitute "yummy"

with "gastronomically pleasing."

Don't pander to him.

If you want to say
"yummy," you say "yummy."

If you want to call him a big
dummy, you go right ahead.

But I don't want to.

Well, I do.

Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy!

Nanny-nanny-nanny goat.

And on that mature note, I bid you adieu.

Wait! Wait!

She doesn't know what she's saying!

She's not my real aunt!

I am so getting an "F."

So, we're into bribes now.

That is so Godfather.

I like it.

It might be my last chance
to salvage a decent grade.

You really think pork
pate and a hard salami

is going to help you?

And what's that stuff?

Flea-nut butter.

I'm desperate.

Good morning, Professor Carlin.

Hello, Sabrina.

I just wanted to bring you some things

to apologize for the whole dilettante

aunt debacle.

"Debacle"? It's a good word.

Definitely a step up from "yummy."

You know, who was I to argue

with your whole grading method?

Some naive college student, that's who.

So, I say let bygones be bygones.

You know, we go back to the original
grade, start fresh. Pate?

No, thanks.

Sabrina, I reread your paper,
and you were right.

The grade I gave you wasn't fair.

So I changed it.

Why did I open my big mouth?

A-plus? Are you drunk?

When I went through it again

I discovered nuances
I'd missed on the first read.

You did a truly superior job.

You deserved a better grade.

Even though my aunt called you pompous?

Well, I can be a bit pompous sometimes.

I'm afraid I owe Zelda an apology.

You know, Professor Carlin,
I just want to point out

that you have a lot of bright,
motivated students.

And I think it's great

that you want to raise the bar

but sometimes you have to meet us halfway.

Point taken.

Miss Spellman, you've a lot of gumption.

"Gumption"? Is that the best
word you can come up with?

Yes, it was.

And I'm fine with that; great word.

Great to see you again, Lou.

The years have been good to you.

You, too.

We got some memories, don't we, Saberhagen?

We'll always have Bangkok.

Hmm, you know, I thought
I was a goner this time.

Thank God for that ditzy blond

who kept winking at me from the jury box.

That's my Hildy.

So, let's get down to business.

Ready to buy me out

make a fortune cleaning cat colons?

I've done worse.

Yeah. To me.

Schnapps?

Please.

To us.

Oh...

I got the good jet.

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