All language subtitles for Bewitched S07E01 To Go or Not to Go_ That Is the Question.DVDRip.NonHi.cc.en.SNY

Good morning, sweetheart.

Hmm. Mwah.

Good morning, sweetheart.

Uh, it doesn't matter.
How about soft-boiled?

We're running a special

on soft-boiled
eggs this morning.

Or maybe over easy?

Darrin... i-is something
bothering you?

What makes you think that?

Intuition.

Well, as a matter
of fact, there is.

The question is,
should I or shouldn't I?

My intuition could
use a few more facts.

Should you or
shouldn't you what?

How sweet!

Mr. and Mrs.
America at breakfast.

What? Am I intruding?

Only in the sense
that you're butting in.

Aren't we the terrible
tiger this morning.

Mother, dear.

Hm?

Why don't you go and play...

with the children?

Oh, that's a delicious idea.

Uh, Tabitha. Adam.

Grandmama is here.

What's happened to her?
She's turned into Mary Poppins.

Sweetheart, don't ask
questions. Just relax and enjoy it.

So the minute I heard we
got the Gotham account,

I started blue-skying
some ideas on my own.

♪ Dear Little Buttercup ♪

♪ Though I could
never Tell why ♪

♪ But still I'm called Buttercup
Poor Little Buttercup ♪

♪ Sweet Little
Buttercup, I... ♪ Blue...

Blue-skying some
ideas on my own.

Figuring that Larry would
offer me the account,

and I'd be that much ahead.
♪ Pretty young sweethearts ♪

♪ And wives ♪
Well, I've been waiting

and waiting.

The question is,
do I keep waiting,

or do I just barge
into his office

and demand that
he give it to me?

♪ Then buy of your Buttercup
Dear Little Buttercup ♪

♪ Sailors should Never be shy ♪

Well, um, my... My
advice is... Is to wait.

And my advice to
you is don't wait.

Find out what your
mother is up to.

I have a feeling if
she's singing now,

we'll be crying later.

Uh, maybe she's just
turned over a new leaf.

Sure. From poison
ivy to poison oak.

All right.

I-I'll check it out
and call you later.

♪ Poor Little Buttercup... ♪

Bye-bye, sweetheart. Goodbye.

♪ Then buy of your Buttercup
Dear Little Buttercup ♪

♪ Sailors should Never be shy ♪

♪ So buy of Your Buttercup ♪

♪ Poor Little Buttercup ♪
Mother!

You called me, my darling?

What's it all about, Mother?

How should I know?
I'm not a philosopher.

Oh, this room, it's
lovely. M-Mother.

The colors, the fabrics,

and the lamps, the rugs.

Oh, it's all you.

Mother, what are you up to?

Your mother just
wants to sit down

and have a nice cup of tea

with her little girl.

Sweet.

And deliver this
very special message

by very special delivery.

That's me.

Uh-oh.

"Samantha," you
are ordered to appear

"at the witches' convocation

"in Salem, Massachusetts,

"starting when the planet Icarus

"passes between
Jupiter and Pluto,

"and ending when the
High Priestess Hepzibah

"so wills it.

Signed, Endora,
Lord High Chairman."

Lord High Chairman?

I was appointed by Her
Serene Majesty Hepzibah.

Mother, I am not leaving
my husband or my children

to attend some boring
witches' convention. B...

Boring? Oh, it's gonna be a gas.

On the agenda is the appointment

of the new resident
witch of Salem.

We're going to have workshops
on spells and incantations.

And symposiums on
anti-pollution recipes.

Mother. Eh... W-what?

I am not going to any
witches' convention.

And please send my regrets.

If I do...

you may regret it
more than you realize.

Au revoir.

B-but... But... But...

Come in.

Morning, Larry.

I figured it's time
we had a talk

about the Gotham account. Mm.

Aren't they something?
Steel mills in Pittsburgh,

textiles in India,

rubber plantations
in South Africa. Oil...

And to think it all
started with fried chicken.

Makes you want to cry.

It makes me want to talk about
who's gonna handle the account.

Of course, by all means.

It's between Ferguson
and Carmichael.

What's your feeling?

My feeling is I want to handle

the Gotham account myself.

Surely you jest.

I've laid out some
preliminary concepts.

Darrin, you're
overworked as it is.

Not when it comes to something

with as much prestige
as Gotham Industries.

Darrin, listen to
the old silver fox.

Every team has a coach
who calls the signals,

and I'm it for this team.

When the play calls
for you to carry the ball,

I give you the ball.

Not before.

Larry, I want the account,

and I am not interested
in a raise or a bonus...

A raise is out of the question.

I simply cannot afford...

Did you say, "No raise"?

No raise, no bonus.

Darrin, you got the ball.

The pay's the same,
but I don't care.

The prestige involved in...

In representing
Gotham Industries

is like representing...
Oh, I don't know.

Well, have another drink.

Maybe you can think of it.

Oh. Hey, what are
you trying to do?

I'm trying to help
you celebrate.

Well, then you have it.

Well, just a sip.

Sam.

Mm.

I was thirsty.

Okay. Out with it.

Uh, out... Out with what?

Out with whatever it is
you're not outing with.

Well... Let me
help get you started.

It has something to
do with your mother,

and why she was all sugar
and no spice this morning.

Only indirectly.

I-I mean, if we're
going to be perfectly fair,

she may be Lord High Chairman,

but she still has to take orders

from the High
Priestess Hepzibah.

I-I'm not sure I want
to hear the rest of it.

Maybe you'd like to read it.

They've gotta be kidding.

Well, o-of course, I said no.

But Mother said, "Before
you make up your mind,

why don't you discuss
it with Durwood...?"

Uh, "Darrin."

So that's why she put on

the Miss Goody-Two-Shoes act.

Oh, I'd like to give
her a piece of my mind.

Make it a small piece.

You have very little to spare.

Mother, this is a
private discussion.

I am sure that
Darrin can do without

your interruptions
and your insults.

How can you let this
mortal mistake alienate you

from your grand and
glorious heritage?

Some heritage.

Giving hotfoots to
the rest of the world.

Bigot.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means "a man
who is prejudiced

against those who do not
think or behave as he does."

You're so right, Endora. Hm.

I don't like the way you think.

And as for your behavior,

you've set mother-in-lawhood
back a hundred years.

Uh, I've had it
with you, Endora.

You've changed me into a
horse, a mule, a monkey...

Enough. I admit it.

That I've failed to find
your true character.

You're not noble enough

to be a horse. That's cute.

You're too stubborn
to be a mule.

That's nice. And
you don't have nearly

the sense of humor of a monkey.

Oh, she's a riot.

What you really are... Mother.

Is a toad.

Oh.

Uh, Mother?

Mother, you put Darrin
back the way you found him.

Of course, dear.

When he comes to his senses.

What? But that may...

Oh.

Sweetheart.

When are you going to learn

not to be like that with Mother?

Well, I must say, for a toad,

you're beautiful.

Hm. Your lips are cold.

Oh. You poor thing.

Are you comfortable, sweetheart?

Well, um, I don't blame
you for being upset.

But it was a teensy
bit insensitive of you

to attack all witches.

Well... How is it
going to help matters

to give Mother a dose of warts?

Well, if you insist
on being stubborn,

I can turn myself into a toad,

the kids into polliwogs,

and the four of us can
live happily ever after

on a nice, clean lily pad,

having a few bugs for dinner.

It doesn't appeal to you, huh?

Well, there is an alternative.

We could give in.

I'm proud of you, sweetheart.

All right, Mother. You win.

I'll go to Salem.
Now undo your thing.

Oh.

Mother. I don't
think that's very ni...

Nice.

There. You're as good as new.

Well, then how come I've got

this hankering for flies?

Mm.

Darn it, I missed him.

Darrin, don't kid around.

I just wanted you to know
that I have a sense of humor.

Even about being
turned into a toad.

I just hope Larry
has a sense of humor

about my asking for a vacation.

Vacation?

Well, you didn't think I'd
let you go to Salem alone?

Well, n-no. No, of course not.

But... But you said
that you just talked Larry

into giving you that account.

Well, the same talent
that talked him into it

will talk him out of it.

But you said that account

was the biggest thing
that ever happened to you.

Wrong. You're the biggest thing

that ever happened to me.

I'll handle Larry. Don't
you worry about it.

That's not what
I'm worried about.

Come in.

Good morning.

And what a morning
it's going to be.

And afternoon. And evening.

At 10:00, you meet
with Art and Copy.

At lunch, you have a meeting

with Gotham's public
relations people.

In the afternoon...
Larry, can I just say...?

Oh, you don't have to
thank me. You deserve it.

Well, maybe I don't deserve it

as much as Ferguson
and Carmichael.

There's no room in the
business world for saints,

so take off your
halo and get to work.

Oh, let me put it another way.

I could use a little vacation.

Come July, you'll have one.

I may not be tired in
July. I-I'm tired right now.

What are you trying to tell me?

Uh, I'm trying to tell you

that I haven't had a
vacation in four years.

I don't care if you haven't had

a vacation in 400 years.

Yesterday, you
practically bludgeoned me

to give you the Gotham account.

And now you want to blow town?

Uh, I know it sounds
a little unreasonable.

The word is "outrageous."

Oh, I'm only suggesting
a postponement

of two or three weeks.

I've already promised
Gotham that...

Wait a minute. I've got an idea.

Gotham has executive offices

in every major
capital of the world.

London, Paris, Rome, Copenhagen.

I could send you
around the world

and call it research in-depth.

Uh, that's not exactly
what we had in mind.

They also have offices in
Turkey, Spain, Australia.

What Sam and I had in mind
was Salem, Massachusetts.

Salem, Massachusetts?

When I've just offered
you London, Rome, Paris?

I hate to be stubborn
about it, Larry,

but we kind of have
our hearts set on Salem.

See, Sam has relatives there,

and the weather is
beautiful this time of year.

And they make a
great clam chowder.

That's much too
drab for the reception.

Why don't we hop over
to Paris this afternoon...

I am not speaking
to you, Mother.

Now what have I done?

You changed my
husband into a toad.

But I turned him back.

Don't I get points for that?

Oh. You've become

much too sensitive
about Durwood.

I think separate vacations

will be healthy
for the both of you.

There are not going to
be separate vacations.

When you go to Salem.

When Darrin and I go to Salem.

Ten, nine, eight...
What are you doing?

It's called a countdown.

Depending on the
atmospheric continuum,

the news should reach
the council just about...

now.

Hepzibah's coming.

Who is Hepzibah? Oh.

Darrin, that's like asking,

"Who is Julius Caesar?"

Well, I'm emperor
in this castle,

so just cool it.
Darrin, listen to me.

She's a very powerful woman.

A-a-and she can be, well,

y-you know, kind of weird.

Yeah, well, that
doesn't bother me.

I took basic training in
weird from your mother.

Well, my mother is an
angel compared to her.

Welcome to our humble
abode, Your Majesty.

We are touched by your poverty.

Well, uh... Uh, begging
Your Grace's pardon,

uh, but we are not poor.

May I present my
husband, Darrin?

Bow.

Bow? I'll thank her to
put our furniture back.

Please. Bow.

You may advance to our presence.

Firm turn.

We would estimate 17 hands high.

Not a bad specimen for a mortal.

At three furlongs,
I'm unbeatable.

We are not amused.

No jokes, sweetheart.

Samantha? Y-y-yes, ma'am?

You will explain to us the
meaning of your behavior.

Well, I-I don't see why there
should be any confusion.

We are not confused.
We are appalled.

How dare you suggest

a heretic attend
the Holy Councils.

Oh, you've got it all wrong.

Wrong, you say?!

We are never wrong
about anything.

W-what he meant to say was that

he had no intention of

attending the convention.

Even... Even if I were
involved... Invited.

Samantha.

Yes, ma'am.

We have always had a soft spot

in our royal heart for you.

Because of this,

we have sometimes
looked the other way

when your behavior has
been less than witchlike.

With all due
respect, Your Grace,

I will go to Salem

only if my husband is
permitted to go with me.

If I may say a word...

If you say a word,
it may be your last.

Shh.

We are very upset.

For your own protection,

I suggest you disappear
for the time being.

- Sam, where are you?
- Here.

Where "here"?

Uh, just a minute, sweetheart.

Do you see me now? Yes.

Just hold it right there.

Where are you going?
Maybe I can't be seen,

but believe me, I'm
going to be heard.

Just be careful,
sweetheart. Don't worry.

I'm merely going
to tell that old bat

what I think of her. Uh-oh.

Endora!

O Benevolent Majesty.

O Supreme Supremacy.

O Mother of Us All.

"Mother of Us All?"

We are not her mother.

You are. And a fine mess

you've made of it, we must say.

You promised us this
marriage would not last.

I'm still working on
it, Your Highness.

I sent him back in time...

I turned him into an old toad,

a middle-aged
goat, a baby python.

And he withstood the pressure?

He loves my daughter.

Perhaps there is more to the lad

than meets the eye.

Retire.

I thought I sent
you to your room.

Now, let's get something
straight, Hepzibah.

This is my home, and
you're an unwelcome guest.

However, if you behave
in a respectable manner,

I'm willing to tolerate
your presence.

Sweetheart, if you
love me, you'll...

Silence!

Let us hear what he
has to say, Samantha.

Through the years, Hepzibah,

I've taken a lot of
guff from you witches.

But there is a limit.

And believe me,
we've reached it.

If I give in on this,
I'll be surrendering

the right to express
myself in my own house.

Perhaps your young man

should be seen as well as heard.

Thank you, Hepzibah.
I've had my say.

Uh, Y-Your Majesty.

You must admit
that Darrin is a mortal

with a great deal of courage.

He is a mortal with
a great big mouth.

And it is going to get
him into great big trouble.

But he does love you, Samantha.

And anyone who
loves you that much

can't be all bad.

There must be
some little quality.

Some basic attraction.

Whatever it is, it eludes us.

However, we have
considered the matter,

and in our supreme benevolence,

we have decided
to withhold decision

as to whether this marriage
should be dissolved.

Since this is the first
and only mixed marriage

of witch to commoner,

it requires a great
deal of study.

So, as overburdened as
we are with affairs of state,

we will reside in this
house for one week

to observe this
most unusual union.

Now you may say "thank you."

Say it!

Say it. Please say it.

Thank you.

Samantha.

Our home is honored
by your presence.

Now, that's good manners.

Ooh. Caesar and Cleopatra

are ready for their din-din.

They prefer zebra meat.

I think Hepzibah takes
sugar with her tea.

Good. I hope she gets a
cavity in her upper molar

that goes straight
through to her sick brain.

Darrin, if you have
to blow your stack,

will you do it a
bit more quietly?

"Zebra meat."

I'm sorry, Your Highness,

but the supermarket
was all out of it.

Well... Caesar and Cleopatra

will just have to develop
a taste for leg of lamb.

But that's our dinner.

We'll go out for dinner.

And for breakfast,
and for sleeping.

I'm not gonna let her turn
my house into a laboratory,

with me as the prize guinea pig.

Sweetheart, there's
nothing we can do about it,

so you might as
well relax and...

Enjoy it?

Tolerate it.

Tolerate her telling me

whether our marriage

will be dissolved or not?

Sweetheart, when you married me,

you married some of my problems.

Well, one of them just moved in.

So, uh, let's just make
the best of it. Okay?

Okay. Yeah.

Here.

Hm.

Don't get your
fingers in the way.

Well, you don't expect us
to live in a hovel, do you?

Sam.

Well...

The fate of Samantha's
marriage hangs in the balance

until Hepzibah makes
her royal decision,

next week on Bewitched.