All language subtitles for The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet S03E02 Too Many Ties 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-CRFW (1)_track4_[eng]

- Hiya, Pop.

- Oh, hi, Rick.

- Where have you been?

- I was just down
at the drugstore

to buy some Listerine
Antizyme Toothpaste.

- Hey, how about that?

Where do you think I've been?

- I don't know.

Where?

[music playing]

[laughter]

[music playing]

- Listerine, the most widely
used antiseptic in the world,

and Antizyme, the first all
day anti-enzyme toothpaste,

presents "The Adventures
of Ozzie and Harriet,"

starring the entire
Nelson family.

Here is Ozzie, who plays
the part of Ozzie Nelson.

And of course, his lovely wife,
Harriet as Harriet Nelson.

The older of the Nelson boys,
David, appears as David Nelson.

And his younger brother,
the irrepressible Ricky,

played by Ricky Nelson.

The Nelson's next
door neighbor, Thorny,

is played by Don DeFore.

[music playing]

- Well, David, take this
golf bag from me, will you?

- Oh, sure, Mom.

- Here's a couple of Pop's
suits that just came out

from the cleaners, Mom.
- Oh, fine.

Where will I hang them?

- Well, if you move the
fishing rod over there,

move the tennis rackets
over in the corner,

you'll be able to roll
a bowling ball up front

so there'll be plenty of room
for the photography equipment.

- Yeah, but where
will I hang the suit?

[laughter]

- Hey, how about your closet?

Isn't there any room in there?

- I'm hiding the ping pong
table for your father.

- Where is Pop?

- Oh, he went down
to the Emporium

to look for a throw
rug for the den.

- Oh, hasn't he found
one of those here?

- Oh, look at all these ties.

They're hanging
all over the place.

- Hey, maybe if you could
get rid of some of these,

you'd have more room.

- Ricky, you have
just made what I

consider a splendid suggestion.

Would you care to shake hands?

[laughter]

- Yeah, but what
will Pop say when

he sees all his ties missing?

- Oh, he'll never notice.

He has one or two favorites
that he wears all the time.

And the rest of
these things just

hang here, hoping to
come back in style.

- Well, let's weed them out.

- All right.

But since every man is
entitled to a trial by jury,

I'll hold them up one by
one, and we'll vote on it.

- Who's going to take
the rap for this?

- Me.

[laughter]

Oh, now here's one.

Red and white stripes
with yellow polka

dot and dabs of
chocolate ice cream.

How do you vote?
Yea or nay?

- Nay.

- Nay.

- Oh, and here's one.

A red background with a
blue and white scroll.

- Nay.

- Nay.

- Oh.

Here's the 4th of July special.

Red, white, and blue.

- Nay.

- Yea.

- Well, I guess we've
got a hung jury.

I'll have to cast
the deciding vote.

I hate to appear unpatriotic,
but I'll have to vote nay.

Well, now here's one.

- Oh.

- Boy, that's pretty gruesome.

- Oh, please.

Let's give it a fair trial.
- Nay.

- That's fair enough.

[laughter]

Oh, here's a hand-painted job.

- Nay.

- Nay.

- Hey, wait a minute.

Isn't this the tie
Grandma Hilliard

gave Pop for Christmas?

- Boy, we better have a recount.

All those who think
this is a horrible tie

but want to keep peace
in the family, say "aye."

- Aye.

[laughter]

- Next tie?

- Nay.

- Nay.

- Nay.

Nay.

Nay.

Nay.

[music playing]

- Hi, Thorny.

- Hi, Oz.

- Been downtown?

- Yeah, Harriet asked
me go down there

and see if I could pick up one
of those colonial braided rugs

to put in the den
by the fireplace.

You know, one of those
oval rugs like you've got.

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

- Any luck?

- No, a lot of
machine-made rugs,

but none of the McCoy like...

Say, you wouldn't be interested
in selling that one of yours,

would you?
- Oh, don't be silly, Oz.

It's an heirloom.

It's made by the Vermont
branch of our family.

They don't make rugs
like that anymore.

- Seems to be a lost art.

What's happened to the
American craftsman, anyway?

- Well, maybe your
subscription ran out.

[laughter]

- Are you sure you wouldn't
be interested in selling

yours, Thorny, even to an
old friend, a neighbor?

- Oz, I couldn't.

It's been handed
down for generations.

- If I can't inherit
one, I'll don't

have to keep scouting around
till I find one to buy.

- It's too bad there never
was any talent in your family.

[laughter]

- You're doing an awful
chewing-up job on that lawn,

aren't you?

- Would you like to come over
and show me how to do it?

- No, as you say, there's not
much talent in our family.

[laughter]

- Keep it up, boy.

[music playing]

- Oh, hi.

- Oh, hi.

Did you find the rug?

- Oh, no, not one I like.

What are you doing
with all those ties?

I just was weeding out
some of the old ones

I didn't think you wanted.

- Well, Harriet, you're not
going to throw these away,

are you?

- Well, that was the idea,
but you got home too soon.

[laughter]

- Goodness' sake, Harriet.

These are my best ties.

- Oh, for heaven's sakes.

You got hundreds of
them, but you only

wear the brown one
and the blue one.

- Well, nevertheless I
like to thumb through them

before I ultimately
decide on one of those.

- You don't wear any
of them, and it's

silly to clutter up the closet.

- I suppose I
could throw away...

That's kind of ugly.

Throw that away.

- This is the one my mother
gave you for Christmas.

[laughter]

- Oh, oh.

Well, say, it is kind of
attractive at that, isn't it?

- Why don't you ever wear it?

- Er, well, it's--

gee, Harriet, I wouldn't throw--

look it, now here's
a beautiful tie here.

Look at that unusual design.

- That's chocolate ice cream.

[laughter]

- Mom, the laundry
man's downstairs.

- Oh, thank you, dear.

- Oh.

- Putting your old ties back
in the closet, huh, Pop?

- Yeah, your mother
wants to throw these out,

but I don't know why.

They're all practically new.

- Oh.

You dropped one, Pop.

- Oh.

- "Rutgers campus haberdashery."

[laughter]

- I'm saving that for
sentimental reasons.

You can understand that.

- Oh, sure, Pop.

I understand why you
keep all your old ties.

It's a real normal,
neurotic thing.

[laughter]

- Neurotic?

- Sure.

Some people save string.

- Well, I don't--

Dave, I'm just saving a few old
ties, a few favorites of mine.

That's all.

- Well, you save
newspapers too, Pop.

And old corks.

- Well, you never know when
you're going to need 'em.

If you should
happen to want them,

there they are, you know,
right where they are.

- Oh, sure.

I know what you mean.

When you get older, it gives
you a feeling of security

to have a bunch of your
old junk laying around.

[laughter]

- I don't have a
bunch of old junk.

I just have a few things.

- Then why don't you throw
a lot of that stuff away?

- Oh.

Because I like to
keep it, that's all.

- Yeah, you see what I mean?

You know, Pop, in
a lot of ways, you

remind me of those two
strange brothers in New York.

[music playing]

- What strange brothers?

- Well, I read about
them someplace.

They had this old
house just crammed

full of old papers and rags
and all kinds of old junk.

- Oh, Dave.

Those guys were crazy.

I mean, I don't save
a lot of old junk.

In fact, if I wanted
to get rid of these,

I'd just get rid of them.

It wouldn't bother me at all.

- Why don't you?

- Well.

- See, Pop?

It's got you.

[laughter]

[music playing]

- Are you loafing on the job?

I thought you were
going to mow the lawn.

- Well, no, Oz.

You're absolutely right.

See, I was doing such a bad
job that I got discouraged.

So I decided to leave
it to my boy Will.

He's got a definite talent
for this sort of thing.

Hey.

What are you doing,
selling neckties?

- Oh.

No, I was cleaning out my
closet a little while ago,

and I said to myself,
why don't you give

these beautiful ties to Thorny?

- Oh, that's what you
said yourself, huh?

- Yeah.

- Was that before or after
Harriet told you to get rid

of 'em?
[laughter]

- Well, now that you
mention it, she did

say something to the effect
that I have more ties

here than I actually need.

See, I only have one neck.

[laughter]

- I've seen you sticking
it out from time to time.

[laughter]

Look, Oz.

Why don't you just throw
them away instead of trying

to palm 'em off on me?

- Palm 'em off?

Look, Thorny, I thought
you'd like them.

They're beautiful ties.

Come on over here, and
take a look at these.

- Well, I guess it's better
than mowing the lawn.

- You take a look at this
one, for instance, Thorny.

Pure silk.

This tie must have cost
at least 12 and 1/2.

- 12 and 1/2?

Let me see that.

Hey, that's not bad.

- Take a look at
the label there.

- You hang that up in the locker
room with the label side out--

Make quite an impression.

- Gee, come to think of it,
I saw it in your locker.

I was greatly impressed.

I think I'll keep this, Oz.

- And how about this
for your new suit?

- The green one?

- No, no.

I mean your charcoal gray suit.

- Yeah, I think you're right.

- Here's one I figured
for your green suit.

- Yeah, this is terrific.

- You have a brown
top coat, don't you?

- Yeah.

How about that?

- That'd be terrific.

Thanks, Oz.

Thanks a lot.

- Why don't you take
all these, Thorny?

They're beautiful ties,
and you're welcome to them.

Don't feel embarrassed about it.

I know darn well if you had
something that I wanted,

like a braided rug
for instance, you'd

be happy to give it to me.

- Oz, isn't this a coincidence?

I was just sitting
here thinking it's

a wonderful gift I could give
you in exchange for these ties.

- You mean like a braided
rug, for instance?

- Well, I'm not going
to tell you, Oz.

I want it to be a big surprise.

- Oh, gee.

Well, here, take these then.

Do you want me to help
you carry them upstairs?

- Oh, no, no, no.
I can take it.

- Don't worry about
wrinkling them.

They're all pure silk.

[music playing]

- Well, you know Ozzie, mother.

He has a lot of
wonderful qualities,

but when he makes up his
mind to keep something,

nothing will change him.

He's too stubborn.

Yes, OK.

Well, goodbye, mother.

- So who's too stubborn?

- If the necktie fits, wear it.

[laughter]

- You didn't think I
could part with them, huh?

- Not based on your past
performance on this track.

- You're pretty sure
of me, aren't you?

- Well, dear, I do
know you pretty well.

- Well, Harriet, you'll
find the longer you know me,

the more of an
enigma I'll become.

- I'm sure of it.

What does it mean?

[laughter]

- Would you care to
accompany me upstairs?

- Gladly.
For what purpose?

- Well, I'd like to put
on a little demonstration

for your benefit.

I want to show you
how completely wrong

you can be about me.

- Am I to understand
that you actually

got rid of all those neckties?

- I not only got
rid of them, but I

have a hunch a certain
neighbor of ours

is going to give us a
braided rug in return.

- What's this?

- That surprises you, huh?

- Certainly does.

- Just step this way.

Now, a little while ago, this
was a closet bulging with ties.

Am I right?

- Right.

- Keep your eyes on it.

What do we see now?

- A closet bulging with ties.

[laughter]

- Wait a minute.

Where did these ties come from?

- Don't ask me.

You're the enigma around here.

[laughter]

- Harriet, I just got
rid of these ties!

- Ozzie, how deep
did you bury them?

- I didn't bury them at all.

- Well, that explains it.

They crawled back home to die.

[laughter]

- Wait a minute.

These aren't my ties!

Look at the color of this one.

Blue, green, purple, and brown.

And look at this.

A girl in a bikini
bathing suit--

I wouldn't buy a tie like this.

- Too, conservative, huh?

[laughter]

- Harriet, I tell you,
these are not my ties.

- Hiya, Pop.

You see Mr. Thornberry?
- Oh, yes.

I did, son.

- He was over here about half
an hour ago looking for you.

- Looking for me?

What did he want?

- He just wanted
to thank you again

for the ties you gave him.

- Oh, you see, Harriet?

I did give them away.

- He said you were so nice
about giving it to him,

that he just wanted to do
something nice for you.

So he filled up your closet
with all his old ties.

[laughter]

[applause]

[music playing]

- Are you still up here?

- Look at this mess, Harriet.

All of Thorny's
old, castoff ties.

If I had known he
was going to do this,

I wouldn't have given
him my old castoff ties.

- Well, I must say,
it seems kind of fair.

- What's fair about it?

At least you can wear some
of the ties I've given him.

- Sure, if he doesn't mind
making a spectacle of himself.

- You know, I think you
could wear some of these.

- Oh.

I've looked them all over.

Of this whole bunch,
this is the only tie

I'd consider putting
around my neck.

In fact, this is kind of nice.

- Wait a minute.

That's one of Catherine
Thornberry's belts.

I'll give it back to her.

[laughter]

- How do you like that?

Here's a man whose wife
has better taste in belts

than he does in ties.

- Well, no one can say
that about you, dear.

You have much better taste in
belts than you have in ties.

- Oh, thanks.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

- You won't be after
you think it over.

[laughter]

- I'm just gonna
throw these away.

- Well, Ozzie, you
can't throw them away.

You'd hurt Thorny's feelings.

- What am I going
to do with them?

- Well, give them back
to him in a nice way.

- Oh, my.

- Well, after all,
you conned him

into taking those
old ties of yours.

- Well, I know.

- They were given to you in
the spirit of friendship.

You can give them back to him
in a spirit of friendship.

- Well.

Yeah, I suppose you're right.

- Well, wipe the scowl off
your face and take them back.

[laughter]

[music playing]

- Hey, Thorny?

Thorny?
- Yeah?

- Come on out here just
a second, will you?

Here, Thorny, I want--

- Hey, wait a minute.

Oz.

Aren't those the
ties I left for you?

- Yeah.
Sit down, will you?

- Oh, look.
Don't thank me.

Don't thank me.
- No, no.

It isn't that.
- I know.

You can't find words to
express your appreciation.

Well, I couldn't find words
to express my thoughts

about the ties you left for me.

- Well, yes.

That's it in a measure.

See, I've been
thinking it over, and I

don't think it's fair for you
to give me these ties of yours--

- Oh, but it is, Oz.

Think of those ties you gave me.

- Well, I know.

And I want you to
take these back.

- I wouldn't hear about it, Oz.

No.

- Well, Thorny, I don't want
you to make this sacrifice.

- What kind of a
friend would I be

if I weren't willing to
put myself out for you?

- But you don't have to.

- But I want to.

These ties are a symbol
of what I think of you.

- Oh, they can't be.

[laughter]

- Oh, I get it.

You're too proud to
wear my old ties.

- Oh, no.

It isn't that at all.

- Yes, it is.

Don't spare my feelings, Oz.

You just feel superior to me.

- Thorny, that-- what
are you talking about?

- It hurts you in here to think
that you with your fine home

and your dollar cigars have
to take these ties from me

who has so little.

[laughter]

But my conscience is clear.

I sacrificed.

I gave you these.

Heaven knows if I'll ever be
able to buy ties like them

again.
But I didn't hesitate.

I gave it to you.

And now you want to throw
them back in my face.

- Oh, Thorny--

- Oz, If you'll excuse me, I
want to go back in the house.

I wouldn't want you
to see me crying.

[laughter]

[music playing]

- Well, Thorny--

[door shuts]

[music playing]

- Harriet, I really
feel awful about this.

I certainly didn't intend
to hurt Thorny's feelings.

- Oh.

Well, maybe you
better keep the ties.

- I think so.

After all, he didn't try to give
me back the ties I gave him.

Why should I give
him back his ties?

- I agree with you.

- No sense breaking
up a nice friendship

over a bunch of ties.

- No, of course not.

- Even though he did
give me a seedy looking

bunch of strings in exchange
for those beautiful ties

I gave him.

I'm certainly not too
proud to wear his castoffs.

- Why, now?

- He's not too proud
to borrow my lawnmower

or to play with my golf
clubs or drive my car.

- Well, I know he'd
even smoke your cigars.

If you insisted.

[laughter]

- Hiya, Pop.
- Oh.

Wait a minute.

What do you got there?

- Mr. Thornberry gave him to me.

- Well, those are
the ties I gave him.

- I know.

He was just about to throw
'em in the trash can.

- In a trash can?

- Yeah, he cut off the
expensive labels and kept them.

[laughter]

- Harriet, look at this!

Thorny putting on a big
act, crying crocodile tears,

making me feel like a heel, and
the minute my back is turned,

he throws my ties
in the trash can.

How do you explain that?

- Maybe they wouldn't go
down the garbage disposal.

[laughter]

- He's not going to
get away with this!

Give me these, Rick.
- Well, now.

Wait a minute.
Easy, boy.

- Well, now, Harriet.

After I was willing to wear
his ties just to make him

feel good--

and what does he do in return?

Throws mine in the
garbage disposal.

- Trash can.

[laughter]

- Whatever.

- Well, wait a minute.
Where are you going?

You'll see.

I mean, he'll see.

[laughter]

[music playing]

Hello, Emporium?

The rug department, please.

[music playing]

Hello, is this the
rug department?

Well, last week I was
talking to a lady.

Oh, she was about
50, rather stout,

with bleached blonde
hair, heavily made up--

Oh, that was you?

[laughter]

Well, I was talking to you about
some colonial braided rugs.

And-- I see.

And you don't expect
it to get any--

ah.

Goodbye.

- Still no luck, huh?

- No.

- You can't sit here.

I got to vacuum today, dear.

Why don't you go
out in the backyard?

- Thank you.

I'd rather not.

- Still not talking
to Thorny, huh?

- No, and I don't intend to.

- You know, it's
your backyard, dear.

You don't have to talk to him.

Why don't you sit in the garage?

- Car's in there.

- Move the car out.

I'm sure it won't
talk to Thorny either.

[laughter]

[muttering]

[music playing]

- [SINGING] Sky's are
gray since you went away.

La dee da dum da dee, da da dum.

Good morning, Mr. Nelson.

- Morning, Mr. Thornberry.

- [SINGING] My buddy.

[humming]

[laughter]

My buddy.

[humming]

- Mr. Thornberry, I'd like
to read my paper in silence.

- [SINGING] Friendship,
friendship, it's a perfect--

- Thorny, please.

- Sorry.

[bird whistling]

- Oz, that wasn't me.

[laughter]

- I know.

I know.

- Want me to throw
a rock on him?

[laughter]

- No, thank you.

That won't be necessary.

[clears throat]

- Would it disturb
you too much if I

beat this rug a little bit?

- No, go right ahead.

Wait a minute.

Isn't that the rug you
have in your living room

right by the fireplace?

- No.

It's the same kind.

Beautiful work, isn't it?

I didn't think there
was another one like it.

Found up in the
attic the other day.

I know you've been
looking for one like this.

And I was going
to give it to you

before our late unpleasantness.

- Oh.

Well, you know, Thorny, it's
silly for us not to be friends.

- Sure it is, Oz.

But that's the way things go.

- Thorny.

Why can't we let
bygones be bygones?

- Well, that's OK with me.

- Oh, good.

Let's shake on it.

We're friends again then, huh?

- Yep.

- Now, you say you were thinking
of giving this rug to me?

- Well, that was before
our late unpleasantness.

- Well, yes, I know, but
that's all forgotten now.

- Oz, the scars are still here.

I think I'll take this little
beauty back in the house

and find some place for
it, maybe on the service

porch or somewhere.

- No, no, no.

Wait a minute.

Thorny.

Now I know your
feelings were hurt.

But just how much
were they hurt?

- About $25 worth.

[laughter]

- Well, now, don't forget.

My feelings were hurt, too.

- OK, Oz.

You can have a $2.50
credit for your feelings.

[laughter]

- I think my feelings were
hurt at least $5 worth.

- OK, Oz.

It's yours for 20 bucks.

- Oh!

- Only because you're my friend.
- Oh, gee.

- But I hope that little
old lady from Vermont

who made this, wherever
she is, never finds out I

sold one of our old
family heirlooms.

- She'll never hear
it from me, Thorny.

I'll guarantee it.
Thanks.

Gee, this is wonderful.

- Just a minute,
Oz, the 20 bucks.

- Oh!

[laughter]

[music playing]

Harriet?

Harriet, look what
I've got here.

- Oh, you got the rug.

- Isn't that beautiful?
- Oh, yes.

Where'd you get it?

- I bought it from Thorny.

I say I bought it.

I practically stole it from
him. $20 for this beautiful rug.

Here.

Come over here and
take a good look at it.

- Well, Thorny didn't sell you
the one from their living room,

did he?

- No, he found this
one up in the attic.

It's probably older
than the other one.

Look how beautifully
it's held up.

See how those rags are
carefully braided together?

Look at those colors.

Red, blue, yellow, purple.

- Ozzie, does this
look familiar to you?

[ding]

- Well, yes, by golly.

These rags are my old neckties.

[laughter]

- Certainly.

There's the black one with the
red rose and the chocolate ice

cream spot on it.

And there's one of Thorny's.

- But that's impossible.

This was made by a little
old lady from Vermont,

some relative of Thorny's.

- Well, Catherine
Thornberry's from Vermont.

- She is?

- Sure, and she's
related to Thorny.

By marriage.

- But this is handmade.

- Yes, by Catherine.

There's a little
gadget you can buy

for braiding old stockings
and rags and neckties

into genuine antique rugs.

- Well, how about that Thorny?

He swindled me out of $20!

And the nerve of him,
calling his wife an old lady.

- Now, wait a minute.

This is cheap at that price.

And besides, it
solves your problem

of what to do with old neckties.

When you get tired
of wearing them,

braid them and wipe
your feet on them.

Hey, what are you doing?

- I want this one back.

[laughter]

[applause]

[music playing]

[vocalizing]

Thorny, will you please
cut out that racket?

I'm trying to read the paper.
- Oh, look.

Now you two aren't going
to fight again, are you?

- Oh, of course not, Harriet.

Do you think I'd willingly
gyp Oz out of $20?

- Not if you could get $25.

[laughter]

- Don't be hasty, Oz.

There's lots of ways of
spending money, you know.

Oz?

With my compliment.

- What's this?

- A beautiful necktie.

- Oh!

- That is a beautiful tie.

- Take a look at the label.

- This is the most
expensive shop in town.

Oh, gee.

Thanks, Thorny.

This is beautiful.

- The way I feel, nothing's
too good for a friend.

Oz, do you want to walk down
to the cigar store with me.

- Oh.

Yeah, I'd be glad to.

Harriet, take good
care of that, will you?

That's a beautiful tie.

- All right, dear.

- We won't be late.

- You finished with
this paper yet, Mom?

- Yes, dear.

- Hey, what are you doing
with Will Thornberry's tie?

[laughter]

Sure, this is the one I
gave him for his birthday.

Remember, Ricky?

- Oh, yeah.

Hey, somebody sewed
a new label on it.

[laughter]

- Let me see that.

[music playing]

How about that?

Boys, you like to see your
father happy and whistling

around the house, don't you?

- Sure, Mom.

- Then let's say
no more about this.

[laughter]

[applause]

[music playing]

- Next week, "The Adventures
of Ozzie and Harriet,"

starring the entire
Nelson family--

- Ozzie.
- Harriet.

- David.

- Ricky.

- --will be brought
to you by Hotpoint.

- And remember, Hotpoint
changes your viewpoint.

- Automatically.

[ding]

[music playing]