All language subtitles for Bewitched S03E20 The Corn Is as High as a Guernseys Eye_track3_[eng]

(WHIRRING)

Well, all done.

Now, to put
everything back.

(GRUNTS)

Ooh!

(THUDDING)

Oh! Oh, our new lamp.

Oh! No.
No witchcraft.

But our new lamp.

(SIGHS)

Well,

if I’m gonna go,
I might as well
go for broke.

(CHUCKLES)

But from now on,
no more witchcraft.

(RUSTLING)

(EXHALES)
Who says?

(GRUNTING)

There I go.
Missed the
mark again.

One mistake
after another.

Oh, dear, Aunt Clara.
Whoa... Ooh.

Well, we all
make mistakes.

Uh, my mistakes?
Oh, no, dear.

No, no. No,
I’m finished.
Huh?

I’m going to give it up
and change myself
into something...

Oh, something useful,
like a footstool or...

Now, you listen to me.

Aunt Clara, you
get that thought
right out of your head.

I’ve just come from
a meeting with Endora,
Hagatha, and Enchantra.

And they’ve been a whole hour
trying to put it into my head.

Oh, no.
Yes.

And your, and your mother...

Uh-oh. Yeah.
Oh. Well...

She said I’m an
old cow and I should
be put out to pasture.

Well!

Oh, well. Well,
they were right.

And Hagatha said it’s time
I hung up the gloves.

Or did she say broom?

(CHUCKLES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay, you can forget
about that prospectus
for the Morton Milk account.

You wanna know why?
Ow!

Because while you’ve
been slowpoking
your way along

showing Morton
what we can do on paper,

the Whittle Agency’s
been doing something
creative. That’s why.

Creative like what?

They’re going to put
Ginger, Morton’s world-famous
Guernsey cow

on display in the
lobby of this building
next week, all week,

which happens to be
National Milk Week.

So the people will gape
through the window

and then run, not walk,
to the neighborhood market

and buy a quart
of Morton’s Milk.

How about that?
Well, that’s pretty creative.

It was creative
enough for C.L. Morton.

Larry, I though it
was agreed,

ideas were to...
You’d better get with it.

If you think you can get
ahead in this business

riding on nothing
but hard work and
talent, you’re crazy.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.
SAMANTHA: Hi, sweetheart.
Guess what?

Aunt Clara just
stopped by
for a visit.

(EXHALES)
That kind of
news I don’t need.

Darrin, I’m worried about her.
She’s terribly depressed.

She’s talking
about giving up,
retirement.

Well, that kind of
news I do need.

Darrin, this is serious.

She’s been talking
about changing herself
into something.

Permanently. Something useful.

But, Sam.

Darrin, I thought
if I brought
her into town

and we took
her someplace
special for lunch

it might lift her spirits,
if you’ll excuse
the expression.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Oh, it would mean so
much to her, you taking
us both to lunch.

Well, uh-uh, okay, honey.

Oh, while you’re at it, would
you stop at the jeweler’s
and pick up my watch?

I meant to this
morning, but I forgot.

Oh, sure.
Oh, and Louise
is gonna babysit.

Mmm. Oh, what if Tabatha
suddenly decides
to... You know.

No, no, don’t worry.

No, I’ll put Tabatha down
for a nap before I leave.

Okay, sweetheart. Bye-bye.
Bye, sweetheart.

Aunt Clara,
guess what?
You and I...

Aunt Clara?

Aunt Clara,
is that you?

CLARA: I can’t even make it
as a potted plant.

Oh, why not?

Can’t you see
I’m wilting?

There must be something
I could change myself into

where I wouldn’t
make mistakes.

Aunt Clara, the
only thing I want you
to change is your hat.

And we’re gonna do
that by buying you the
prettiest one we can find.

Oh.

Oh, I must
say, Aunt Clara

you do look lovelier
in daisies than you
did in philodendron leaves.

And you’re much
better company here

than you would have been
if you’d gone out to pasture.

Oh. Well, thank you, dear.
And thank you so
much for the hat.

It was time that
I got a new one.
Oh, time!

Oh!

Oh, I forgot.
I forgot Darrin’s watch.

Oh, dear.

Oh, it’ll take me at least
15 minutes to walk to the
jeweler’s and back.

But it would only
take me a second
to pop over and back.

Promise you won’t tell.
Me, tell?
Oh, certainly not.

Tell, tell what?

Aunt Clara,
you wait right here.
I’ll be... Oh-oh.

I’ll be back
in a flash.

In a flash.

Probably easier
to get than a taxi.

(CHUCKLES)

Hi there, beautiful.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Well, you seem to be
doing pretty well.

Not wilting.

Now, you know,
when I was a
plant, the trouble...

My, my, my...
Oh, my...

Do you mind?
This is private.

(COW MOOING)
I...

MAN 1: Look, I got
explicit instructions
to bring her in here.

MAN 2: I’m giving you new
explicit instructions.

Get that cow out of here.
Will you listen already?

This is Ginger.
So?

I don’t care
if it’s Tallulah.

Look, I didn’t hear nothing
about allowing any cow

to loiter in the lobby
of any building
on my beat.

Listen. Why don’t
we nicely call up
Mr. Whittle?

He’s the advertising
man. He’s right in
the building here.

He’ll come down,
and he’ll explain
that he’s the one

that got me the clearance
to bring Ginger in here.

I tell you what,
I’ll even use
my own dime. Come on.

Hey, lady?

If you get tired
of yakking to the plant

there’s a cow
around the corner
with nobody to talk to.

Oh, isn’t this
all cute?

Well, of all things...

(MUMBLING)

(CONTINUES MUMBLING)

Oh!

Oh, well, hello there.
Are you going up?

Now, going up with you
would be like going
to heaven.

You’re what I call a
class A, number-one,
all-time gorgeous...

Oh, please, would you
mind going up to
heaven without me?

I’m very busy
looking for someone.

Well, take your pick.
There’s some beauts
in the lobby today.

Talk about fruitcakes.
Fruitcakes?

I don’t care how long
I live, I ain’t never gonna
get so sophisticated

that an old dame
talking to a
plant one minute

and a cow walking
around the lobby
the next ain’t a novelty.

A cow?
A cow.

A co... Uh,
where? Where?

Around the corner.
Uh, well, how about it?

You wanna take
a ride with me?
Fly to heaven?

Next trip.

(GASPS)

Aunt Clara?

Aunt Clara? Oh.

Aunt Clara. Oh.

Aunt Clara. A cow,
of all things.

And in Darrin’s building.
Well, this is hardly
out to pasture.

You...

Yes. Yes, sir.

(GASPS)
A policeman.
That’s all we need.

No, no, don’t try to talk.

I better get you home.

Oh, Louise must
be upstairs
with Tabatha.

What happened
to my Ginger?

You made me lose my cow.

Aunt Clara, just because
I told you not to talk
before doesn’t mean that...

LOUISE: Samantha,
is that you?

Oh, hi. Hi, Louise.

I’ll be right up.
Oh, no, no, no.
I’ll be right down.

Tabatha’s asleep.

Aunt Clara, dear,
you go into the kitchen.

Uh, I’ll try and
get rid of her.

Aunt Clara, I said,
in the kitchen.

Just because you
chose to be a cow

doesn’t mean you have to be
a stupid one, and stubborn.

Oh.

How come you’re
back so early?
Oh, hi, Louise.

I can’t thank you enough
for staying with Tabatha.

And if I can ever
return the favor,
don’t hesitate to call me.

I’m sorry you
have to rush off.
But I don’t.

Oh, that’s right,
you don’t.

Well, then why am I leaving?
Because I’m in such a hurry.

Oh, sure, sure.

Thanks a lot, Louise.

Oh, boy.
You can say that again.

(SIGHS)

Oh, dear.
Aunt Clara,

being a cow
is no solution
to anything.

Now, please. Come on,
change yourself back.

Don’t tell me
you’ve forgotten how.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?
Samantha?

I thought you were coming
in for lunch. What happened?
I’ve been worried.

Oh... Well,
hi, sweetheart.

I was going to call you,
but, uh, something came up.

Well, that is, something
happened. Aunt Clara’s
sort of indisposed.

Sort of indisposed?
What does that mean?

Oh, nothing serious.
She’ll be all right.

You better be.
I’ll see you
at dinner, okay?

Oh, yeah, sure.
Sure. Okay.

Goodbye.

Sort of indisposed?

Now, Aunt Clara,
you know I can’t
change you back.

You just have to
do that yourself.

Why not try to relax a little,
rest a little first?

How about a nice glass
of warm milk?

Warm milk.
What am I saying?

Yes, Samantha,
what are you saying?

Oh, Louise.

Didn’t you leave
a couple of minutes ago?
You gave me the wrong jacket.

Oh, well, I’m sorry, Louise.
I must’ve been
thinking about the cow.

I’m not quite
used to it yet.
Having one, I mean.

Oh, but as
soon as I am,
I’ll call you.

All right? All right.

Oh, Aunt Clara.

A cow?

I’m going
to call Larry.

Aunt Clara,
why couldn’t you
have been a Chihuahua?

How nice.

Okay, you wanna know why
the Whittle Agency

may lose the Morton Milk
account, and we may get
another whack at it?

Well, I suppose...

Because Whittle has gone
and lost C.L. Morton’s cow.

That’s why.
Lost a cow?

How could anyone lose a cow?
I don’t know.
But losing Ginger,

Morton’s world-famous,
prize-winning Guernsey cow

worth at least $12,000,

you gotta admit,
that’s pretty creative.

Larry, I would like to shake
hands with a man who
really knows how to gloat.

World’s champ.
They’re down
in the lobby.

Whittle’s about to have
a nervous breakdown,

and C.L. Morton wants to put
the entire city under arrest
for cow-napping.

Let’s go. Come on.

You’re through delivering
cows, mister, I hope
you know that.

On account of you and your
lousy authority, I got a
missing cow on my hands.

If she were on
your hands,
she wouldn’t be missing.

Oh, you’re gonna give
me logic, right?
Policeman’s logic?

You got something
against policemen?

MAN 1: Yeah. A missing
cow on my hands.

That’s what I
got against policemen.

MAN 2: Don’t worry,
Mr. Morton. I’ll get
to the bottom of this.

Aunt Clara.
Aunt Clara.

Oh, Darrin.
Darrin, what are
you doing here?

What do you mean me?
What are you doing here?
You’re supposed to be at home.

I am? Oh, my goodness,
I’ve goofed again.

No, stay right here. I’m gonna
call home and check
this out with Sam.

Stay right here.

Every endeavor
is being made
to find your cow, Ginger.

And I give you my word
that... What are you
doing here, Tate?

Well, I thought I might be
of some assistance.

Is something wrong?
Something wrong?

Why, this numskull Whittle...

Mr. Tate,
your secretary says

to get on the horn
to your wife
right away.

Very important.
Later.

I think I’d better
have a visit
with Mr. Tate here.

Mr. Morton,
if you’d only have
a little patience.

Your secretary said
your wife said to
call her now, not later.

If I was you, pal...
Now, look here, young man.

Okay, okay.

I wouldn’t take on
both of them,
a wife and a secretary.

All right, all right.
I get the message.

Excuse me for
a minute, Mr. Morton.

Now, there goes
a good man.

Sam, what I’m
trying to say is,

I think you
misplaced Aunt Clara.

She’s here in the lobby
of the building.

Oh, Darrin, don’t
be ridiculous.

She’s standing
right next to me
eating her oats.

Sam? Amazing how
they pick their times.

Mmm-hmm.

Her what?
Her oa... Oh, well,
it’s really oatmeal.

But I didn’t know
what else to
give her.

After all she
missed having her lunch.

Sam...

Darrin, I told you
Aunt Clara was upset.
She turned herself into a cow.

She turned herself
into a what?
A cow.

I think you made
a little mistake.

A mistake?
Sam’s got a what
in their where?

A cow?

What kind of a cow?

Sam, honey. Um,
Aunt Clara’s
here in the lobby.

Aunt Clara’s there?

Are you sure?
Is she all right?

She’s fine.
Bye, Louise.

Well, uh, if she’s there,
then who have I got here?

And what was she doing
in your lobby?

What difference
does it make? I mean,
who cares, really?

The point is,
since you’re
practically next door

why don’t you just pop over
and fix things, if you
know what I mean.

Yeah, in a minute, Larry.

I’ll have to get
Mother to babysit.
Terrific.

You even agree to that?
Must be worse
than I thought.

That’s right.
I’ll be waiting for you
in the lobby, honey.

Things are sort of
crowded in spots, um,
if you know what I mean.

Yeah, all right. Bye.

Uh, something
on your mind, Lar?
Yeah. Are you out of yours?

I said get the account,
not steal the cow.

Steal what cow?
Ginger.

Ginger?

Do you or do you
not have a cow
in your living room?

No, I don’t know...
Darrin, I was just
talking to Louise

and she said she saw a cow
standing in your room.

Larry, you don’t think...
You don’t think that
our cow is the Morton cow?

Your cow? Oh, Darrin,
don’t be ridiculous.

How could you
possibly think
it was the same cow?

Well, after all,
I mean...

In the first place,
our cow’s name is Trixie.

Trixie?
Yeah.

Hadn’t we better
get over there,
see what’s going on?

Darrin.

What do you
want with a cow?

Actually, I don’t
want one at all.
It’s all Sam’s idea.

See, she’s on a big
economy kick like a
lot of the housewives are.

Baking her own bread
and growing
their own vegetables.

Well, Sam wants
to grow our own milk

and butter and cheese,
cream, the whole bit.

Well, why didn’t
she tell Louise?

Probably afraid
she’d steal the idea.
Steal the idea?

Hadn’t we better
get over there?
Yeah.

Sure, sure.
Let’s get over there.

Now, you’ve had enough,
whoever you are.

You’re gonna have to go back
a different way
than you came

if that lobby’s as crowded
as Darrin says it is.

Oh, what would
be the best way?

Oh.

Why didn’t I think
of that before?

Well, well, aren’t you cute.

Okay, you’ll be back
to normal in a minute.

If you wanna
blame anybody,
blame the fuzz.

If he don’t bug me,
I don’t lose her.
MAN 2: Look.

Nobody’s got any right
dumping a cow
on my beat anyhow. Shh.

Beauty is in the eyes
of the beholder

and, boy, is it ever
in the eyes of this beholder.

Your chariot awaits.
How nice. Five, please.

Honey, going up with you
is like going to heaven.

I bet you say that to all
your female
passengers, all the time.

Uh-uh. Only the class A,
number-one lookers
like you.

All day long, fat dames,
skinny dames

tall dames, short dames,
old dames.

Only one in 100
is a doll like you.

I don’t give the eye to every
one of that hundred either.
Only maybe 15 percent.

I guess I’m giving
the eye to the right
percentage, though, huh?

(GRUNTING)

You’re gonna get a fat lip.
That’s what you’re gonna get.
Yeah?

You know how many years
you can get for hitting
a civilian, huh?

Mr. Morton, I am
convinced that
there is dirty work afoot.

There has to be, with
that man hanging around
here like a vulture.

Are you pointing
your stubby little
finger at me, Whittle?

Larry, take it easy.

Sam.
All this fuss about a cow?

Well, where is it?
Coming down.

Coming down?

I think someone should know
it’s a very stupid cow.

There she is.

There’s my Ginger.

Oh, there’s my baby.

(LAUGHING)

Papa’s little girl. Yes, sir.

(LAUGHING)

That’s my little girl.

Ow, isn’t that sweet? You see,
everything turns
out for the best.

Yeah, when you’re around
to give everything a
big assist, it does.

You know your
papa, don’t you?
Yes, you do.

Well...

Well, as I said,
I goof, goof,
goof, goof,

and spoil everything
for everybody.

Oh, I wish I
were a doorknob.

Now, Aunt Clara,
you’ve got to stop
blaming yourself.

Yeah, let Samantha
take a couple of bows.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)

I’ll get it.

I’ll get the door.

Hello?
SAMANTHA: Yes?

Oh, Larry.

What? We got the
Morton account?

That’s great. What
cinched the deal?
SAMANTHA: Oh. Oh, really?

When you told Mr. Morton
that Sam and I were
such cow fanciers?

What’d you tell him a thing
like that for?

What difference does
it make as long as
it cinched the deal?

SAMANTHA: Well, thank
you very much.

Mr. Morton is sending us
a little something?

Well, that’s very nice.

Yeah, okay, Larry.
Yeah. Goodbye.

We got the Morton account.

On account
of we’re such
cow fanciers.

And Mr. Morton
is sending us
a little something.

Is that good?
Mmm-hmm.

Well, when is he sending it?

He already has.
That was the delivery man.

He’s bringing Mr. Morton’s
little something around back.

You see, Aunt Clara?

All of your mistakes
turned out to be
wonderful mistakes.

Oh, really, Samantha.
Including the cows.

What cows?

The ones from Mr. Morton.

(COWS MOOING)

Thanks a lot, Aunt Clara.
Yes. Thank you, Aunt Clara.

Well, you’re very welcome.
I, I...

How...
Aunt Clara, we love cows.

Don’t we?
Oh, yes, yes.

Yes. You love...

Well, it takes
all kinds, you know.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)