All language subtitles for Bewitched S02E24 Samantha the Dressmaker 1080p AI Upscale DVD x265 HEVC 10bit AC3-Vertag_track3_[und]

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Hello, Derwood,
my boy.

Mother, I'm
terribly busy.

Where's my grandchild?

Darrin's mother is taking care
of her while I do this.

While you do precisely what?

Obviously, I'm making a dress.

But why all this rigmarole?

Oh, Samantha, have you forgotten
everything I've ever taught you?

No, mother, of course
I haven't forgotten.

But you know very well
I prefer to do it this way.

When I'm through
I'll have

the most enormous
feeling of accomplishment.

It's fun.

Oh, it's pathetic.
It isn't.

Darrin and I have been invited
to the home of the Glendons

for dinner this evening,

and Mr. Glendon is
a very important client.

Darrin wanted me
to look my best,

so instead of spending
the money,

I thought I'd just
whip this up.

Think it'll look okay?

Well, it depends.

Is it a hard-times party?

Well, I know it doesn't look
the way they pictured it.

There's so many
loose threads that
I can't quite--

I did so want to
make an impression.

Wear that and you'll
really make an impression.

Goodbye, Mother.

Goodbye?!

Goodbye?!
Mm-hmm.

We had a date for lunch,
which you've obviously
forgotten.

Oh, I am sorry.

I did forget.

What do you want me
to make?

Tracks.

I'm gonna take you
to lunch

at a charming little French
restaurant I've discovered.

Mother, I have to
finish this dress
before this evening.

I-- I don't think
I have time to go out.

Now, look...it'll take
less time to eat out

than it would to
cook a meal yourself.

Oh, well. All right.
All right.

Is it far from here?

No, not really.

Actually, it's practically
around the corner...

from the
Rue de la Paix.

You'll love it.

Mother, this charming
little French restaurant
is in France.

Of course.

Where else would it be?

And you should
be dressed accordingly.

Well, this is all very nice,
Mother, but I'm going home.

Oh, darling, you'll be home
in a half an hour.

And you did promise
to have lunch with me.

Not in Paris.

You know what I always say?

What?

If you're going to have lunch...
have an excellent one.

Garçon.

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L'addition,
s'il vous plaît.

Well?

How did you like it?

Very much.
Thank you.

But now I think I better
be getting home.

Samantha...why don't we go
to Aubert's while we're here?

The couturier?

The most inspired dress designer
in all of France.

And if I may say so,
my dear child...

you are sorely in need
of inspiration.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

I promised Darrin I was gonna
make that dress myself,

and that's exactly
what I intend to do.

How important is this
Mr. Glendon to your husband, hm?

Very. Why?

Well, don't you think you should
make every possible effort

to...please your husband
and look your best?

Darling, I'm only
thinking of you.

Having a peek at the work

of a truly creative
Paris designer can only help.

Don't you think so?

Oh, come on.

Come on. It'll only
take five minutes.

Oh, well, all right.

All right.
You've convinced me.

On to Aubert's.

No, no, no, no.

[BELL DINGS]

Send whoever that is
away, Brigette.

If they are
good customers,
maestro?

I plan the conquest
of a nation.

Do not bother me
with customers.

Besides, they may
be spies.

Send them away.

At once.

Please ring them
again, Samantha.

They're obviously
closed, mother.

Oh, nonsense.

Oh. Oh, Bonjour,
madame.

Bonjour, madame. I am sorry,
but Aubert is not receiving.

Another day perhaps.

Well!

After all that mortal
money I've spent here.

Come on, darling,
we'll just take a peek,

and then you can
get on home to Darwin.

Darrin.

You're rather a beastly
looking little man,

but I must say, these do
have a certain flair.

Now, that's definitely
your style.

Shall we take it
along with us

or would you rather
have it sent?

Neither, thank you.

You still insist
on continuing
with that dreary

do-it-yourself
project?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I think I'd better be
getting home.

Very well, then.

I'll go along with you
as far as Bermuda.

Mr. Aubert!

Merci. Merci.

Oh.

[MUTTERS]

Ouch!

Oh, well.
[BABY COOS]

There you are,
Tabatha.

A Samantha Stephens original,
complete and ready to wear.

What do you think
of it?

Pbbt.

Marvelous. Now you're
an authority on high fashion.

Well...up to bed,
young lady.

That's where you're going.

Doo-doo.

She said she'd let me know
when they were ready to leave.

Who?

Mrs. Stephens.

She asked me to
babysit for them.

She did?

Well, I offered to sit.

At first she didn't want to take
advantage of me, but I insisted.

I thought it was the only
neighborly thing to do.

You mean a snoopy
thing to do.

She's supposed to
send up a smoke signal
when she wants you?

Of course not.

She'll telephone.

And you can't hear the phone
ring unless you're standing

at that window
with your spyglass.

Oh...boy, is that a mess.

She'll never get it
finished in time.

What?

The dress she's making.

She's supposed to wear it
tonight when they have dinner

with his big client.

How did you find all that out?

Well, I've got eyes,
ears and a mouth

like any other
normal person, Abner.

Wanna bet?

Ah!

Hi, honey!

I'm home!

Like it?

Oh, yeah.
It's fine. Fine.

But do you think you'll
have it finished in time?

But, it--

You don't like it.

No, no, sweetheart.

It's great.

It will look swell
on you.

After it's finished.

Right.

Uh, where's
our daughter?

Upstairs in her crib.

Oh, we have to be at the
Glendons' at eight, so, uh,

snap it up, huh?

Mm-hmm.

[SIGHS]

Good.

Wow-wow-wow-wee!

Really?

Is that the dress
you were working on?

Mm-hmm.

I just made a few
last-minute changes.

Sure looks a lot better
on you than it did
on that dummy.

Thanks.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Oh, uh...that'll be
Mrs. Kravitz.

I'll be
right down, honey.

Hi there,
Mrs. Kravitz.

Hi.
Come on in.

This really is
so nice of you.

Now, Tabatha is asleep,

but I'm sure we'll be back
before she wakes up.

That settles it.

I've got to get a new
pair of opera glasses.

I beg your pardon.

Hi, Mrs.
Kravitz.

Honey, we'd better
step on it.

J.T. Glendon is
a nut on punctuality.

Well, have
a good time.

Thank you.

Oh, you look lovely,
both of you.

Oh, thank you,
Mrs. Kravitz.

Night-night.

Bye.
Good night.

[GROANS]

That's a...marvelous cigar,
Mr. Glendon.

Would you like to
have one or two
to take home?

Uh, no.
Uh, thank you.

They're...too hard
to come by.

Have you been to Paris
recently, Mrs. Stephens?

Paris?

Yes. I've been
admiring your gown.

And I know you didn't
buy it here.

Darn right
she didn't.

She made it herself.

You're joking.

No, I'm not.

You are talented,
Mrs. Stephens.

I could've sworn that
was a Paris original.

No, she whipped
it up herself.

Only took
a couple of days.

Please, Darrin.

Well, if you ever decide
to open up a shop,

I'll be
your first customer.

I'll remember that.

I know it's an imposition...
but do you think

you might be able to design
something for me?

[CLEARS THROAT]

She'd be glad to.

Wouldn't you, Sam?

I do believe my husband's
getting a little carried away

with family pride.

I'm-- I'm not that good.

Sam, you're being too modest.

Yes, you obviously
have a rare talent.

But not for dressmaking.

This one was
just a-- A fluke.

Well, I'd be willing
to trust you.

Will you make a gown for me?

Ah...well, I'd love to.
But you see, my husband likes me

to spend all my spare time
with him.

Don't you, dear?

Well, I'm sure Darrin
is willing to make
the sacrifice

in this case, aren't you, boy?

Well, of course
I am.

I'll even be willing
to watch the baby
while she's working.

Then it's all settled.

I guess it is.

Doris, I'm green
with envy.

That's my sister for you.

Whatever my wife wants,
she wants too.

Sam...

Well, why not?

I'd be happy to make one
for you too, Mrs. Granger.

You sure it wouldn't be
too much trouble?

Oh, no. No trouble at all.

Honey.

Honey!

Honey, I just
couldn't say no.

Well, you might have checked
with me before you said yes.

And what would
you have said?

No.

But you know how important
the Glendon account

is to the agency.

I suppose so.

Besides, when I said you'd
do it, Mr. Glendon gave me

a whole box
of these great cigars.

I don't smoke cigars.

Sam, I wouldn't have
offered if making dresses

didn't seem
so easy for you.

Besides, you've only
got yourself to blame.

You shouldn't be
so talented.

In the future,
I'll try not to be.

Oh well, sure.
Sure.

Why not?
The more the merrier.

[GIGGLES]

Okay. Bye.

Oh, well. My career
as a dress designer
is booming.

Gladys Kravitz wants me
to make one for her.

You could've said no.

Oh, I didn't have the heart
to turn her down.

Besides, she'd already
gotten the material.

Mm. I'm sorry
I got you into this.

Uh-huh. Now, you
better run along

or you'll be late
for the office.

I am not going
to the office.

I am driving out
to the airport
to meet a new client.

Oh. What time
is the plane due?

[BABY CRIES]

Oh. I've got it
written down here
somewhere.

Excuse me.

There.

Aubert of Paris,
arriving at...

Honey, I'm late!
I've got to run!

Ah.

By the great
beard of Merlin!

Are you still
on this seamstress kick?

Not still, Mother.
Again.

I got trapped into
making dresses
for Gladys Kravitz,

and the wife and sister
of Darrin's client.

Samantha...would it
be fair to say

you are totally inept
as a dressmaker?

No. It wouldn't
be fair.

But it's true.

Then how can you hope
to make three gowns
the mortal way?

Well, I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to use witchcraft.

Oh, Samantha, it makes me
very happy to hear you
say that.

I was beginning to think
I'd failed you as a mother.

Don't get carried away.

I'm only doing it because
there's no other way out.

Well, I don't
understand.

If you're going
to use witchcraft,

why are you bothering
with all this?

Because in just a few
moments, my customers

are coming
for their fitting.

I have to make it
look like

I'm doing things
the normal way.

After they've left,
I'll simply twitch up

the other three originals
that we saw at Aubert's.

Oh, that's my Samantha.

Chk.

Mother.

Well, that just about
does it.

Now that I have
all your measurements,
I can start, uh...

working with
the material.

Well, what about
my hips?

What about them?

You didn't measure them.

Well, I don't think
we have to bother with that.

Don't you even jot down
the measurements?

Oh, no, no.

I have a different way
of working.

My measurements are easy
to remember: 32, 32, 32.

Well, don't worry,
Mrs. Kravitz, yours are
burned into my memory.

That's funny.

Abner says the same thing.

[PHONE RINGS]

Oh. Excuse me.

Hello.

Oh, hi, Darrin.

I won't keep you, sweetheart.

I just wanted to tell the ladies

they're both invited to
a cocktail party Friday,

at which they can wear

their gorgeous, new
Samantha Stephens originals.

Did you hear that?
Yes.

Tell him we accept.

They accept.

What's the party for,
Darrin?

Oh, I can't tell you
any more about it.

It involves a new client,
and it's very hush-hush.

But I'm sure you and the girls
will get a big kick out of it.

All right, darling.
Thank you.

Bye-bye.

Well, I don't have to
keep you any longer,
ladies.

As soon as
your new dresses are ready,
I'll send them over.

Oh, boy. I sure am
looking forward to
getting a new dress.

I just wish I had
somewhere to wear it.

Here I'll be all dressed up,
and no place to go.

Well, see you
Friday.

Oh, you mean,
you'd like me to come too?

Uh...well, I'm sure Darrin
would love for you to come.

I'll have to check
our engagements, of course.

You mean
you might be busy?

Oh, I wouldn't think
of disappointing you.

Are you sure, Samantha,

that you don't want us
for a second fitting?

No, I have everything
I need.

I just hope you don't
give her my bust.

I beg your pardon?

I meant if you got
the measurements mixed-up.

Oh, don't worry.
I won't.

Goodbye.

Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.

Bye-bye,
Mrs. Kravitz

[GIGGLES]
Bye, Mrs. Stephens.

Ugh!

I just wondered,
uh, what time
for the cockta-- Ugh!

SAMANTHA
What's the matter,
Mrs. Kravitz?

Well, how can you
make three dresses
in three seconds?

I just went out
the door...

Then I went
and suddenly saw...

Huh?

You looking for something,
Mrs. Kravitz?

Only my sanity,
Mrs. Stephens.

Only my sanity.

Sanity.

[GROANS]

Phew.

It's some sort of
a glamorous cocktail party.

I said we'd be glad
to come if we're free.

If we're free?

We're free all the time.

What'll I do if my dress
isn't ready in time?

So you'll wear
the old dress.

Guess I'll have to go
to the beauty parlor, huh?

Boy...I'll say.

What are you doing anyway?

S.S. Sorrento.

That's the ship that sank.

How come you're making
a model of it?

I'm sentimental.

It's the ship on which
we had our honeymoon.

Oh, yeah.

And during all the time
we were floating around

in our lifebelts,

I kept thinking,

"Somebody's trying
to tell me something."

[GROANS]

Thank you.

[LAUGHS]

Thank you.

No, thank you.

No more for me.
Thank you.

Sam, you look
particularly beautiful.

And you look
particularly beautiful.

Also particularly
nervous.

What's the matter?

I'm about to
make a speech.

Oh.
What about?

Top-secret.

But you'll know
all about it
in just a minute.

Excuse me.

How can Mrs. Stephens
look so good while my wife

looks so terrible,
Mr. Glendon?

You must be a professional
mind reader, Mr. Kravitz.

Friends, may I have
your attention for a moment.

I, uh-- I can now satisfy
your understandable curiosity.

This is a preview...
or, if you like, a dry run...

during which you will be
afforded the privilege

of an advance peek
at the product my client
will display

to his prospective
customers in the same room
tomorrow morning.

Until now, it has been necessary
to maintain secrecy in order

to protect the character
of my client's design.

But the time for secrecy
has passed.

Therefore, it is with great
pleasure that I introduce

Aubert of Paris.

[APPLAUSE]

Bonjour, mesdames et messieurs.

Today, I would like--

[MURMURING]

[MOUTHS WORDS]

Have you any idea
what your little lunch
in Paris cost us?

Aubert fired the agency?

Fired us?

He's going to sue us
for 5 million dollars.

Shh! You'll
wake up the baby.

[WHISPERS]
Five million dollars!

That's ridiculous.

It is?

What's my defense? The truth?

You do kind of have
a problem, don't you?

He tried to introduce his line
into the country before

and he failed.

This was his
last chance.

The agency was supposed to
help put him over the top.

Darrin, I'm sorry.

You know the thing he was
the most angry about?

The fact that he thought
you'd given me

all his top-secret designs?

No.

The fact that only you
looked good in his gowns,

and everybody else
looked terrible.

Aubert seemed to
think that I hunted
the entire country

to find the three women
who would sabotage his gowns.

Wait just a minute.

What?

When I get through
talking to Aubert,

he won't sue the agency,
he'll give you a bonus.

When you get through...

well, what makes you think
he'll talk to you?

Oh, he'll talk
to me all right.

Sam, no more
witchcraft.

That's what
got me into this jam
in the first place.

Don't worry.

No witchcraft.

Maybe just a little.

Only if it's
absolutely necessary.

[SIGHS]

Monsieur Aubert?

You!

How did you
get in here?

I have to
talk to you.

How did you
get in here?

That doesn't matter.

I have to
talk to you.

I'm going to have you
thrown out!

Oh, dear.

Hello!

Mm!

I hate to do this.

Now...in just
a few moments,

we're going to be
very good friends.

And you are going to believe
that the mysterious events

of this afternoon
were caused by

my husband's attempt
to dramatize

the reason for your
past failure to capture

the American
mass market.

The true reason
for that failure is this.

Your designs look great
on half-starved
fashion models.

But if you could
come up with a design
that looked good

on the average
American woman,

well, then you'd really
have something.

Oh.

Got it?

Got it!

The answer is
the pear shape.

The shape most natural
to most mature women.

Now, since there is nothing
quite so luscious

and quite so tempting as
a ripe pear, why camouflage it?

Brilliant.

I bow to the master.

Yes, I see it all now.

I do.

It's too late.
Oh?

Now, the designs,
the sketches, they are easy

for a man of my genius.

You see, but to have
the proper models

in the finished gowns
by morning...is not possible.

Monsieur Aubert...
I'll make you a deal.
Yes.

You provide the designs
and leave those humdrum

petty details to me.

Yes, but how can you possibly
turn out a whole line

of dresses overnight
on your own?

Oh, I won't be
working alone.

Oh.

My mother's
gonna help me.

Oh.

[SILENTLY MOUTHS]

I don't know.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Aubert of Paris!

[APPLAUSE]

Merci. Merci.

How did you
explain to Aubert

how you made
the dresses so fast?

I simply told him,

Ne regarde jamais
un cheval dans la bouche.

Which means?

Don't look a gift horse
in the mouth.

Today, Aubert will lead
the fashion world

one giant step forward.

But rather than tell you about
my revolutionary new concept,

I would prefer to show you.

Presenting my first creation
for the average American woman

as modeled by the average
American woman.

Voilà!

[APPLAUSE]

Voilà!

[APPLAUSE]

And voilà!

[APPLAUSE]

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