All language subtitles for Bewitched S03E23 I Remember You Sometimes_track3_[eng]

Hi, sweetheart!
Hi, honey.

Oh, is something the matter?

Yeah, Larry and I ran into
an important client today,

And I couldn’t remember
the man’s name...
And he knew it.

Oh, sweetheart, that happens
to everyone once in a while.
It’s natural.

Well, it’s been happening
too often, and it’s not
going to happen again.

I’m going
to do something about it.
In fact, I already have.

I bought this book.

I read the first two chapters
on the train on the way home.
It’s fascinating.

Oh!
Instant memory can be yours.

That’s nice.
You start your homework.
I’ll start dinner.

Chapter three.

(LAUGHING)

Ah,
testing your memory, dear?
Do you remember me?

I wouldn’t mind
forgetting you, Endora.

A perfect memory!
(SCOFFS)

It’s ridiculous.
What’s so
ridiculous about it?

Well, the ability to forget is
very important to you mortals.

You do so many stupid things,
a perfect memory would be
impossible to live with.

Is that so?

Total recall can
only be handled
by a strong, mature mind.

And where does that leave you,
Dawson?

It leaves me wishing that you
would mind your own business.

Excuse me if I ignore you.

(CHUCKLING)
So you want a perfect memory,
huh?

Cynthia!
SAM: Who?

The wife of the man whose name
I couldn’t remember!
Cynthia Pennybaker.

That’s it!
Isn’t that marvelous?
Wonderful!

I-I... My memory’s working.
I remember a lot of things
about him.

He loves Beethoven,
hates Wagner.

He raises parakeets.
He’s got three children...

Mark, age 14, Sylvia, age 11,
and a little 3-year-old
named Willie!

Fascinating.

Yes, isn’t it?

And I only just began
the third chapter.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Good morning, sweetheart.
Mm! Hi.

Hey, hot cakes
and blueberries!
Mm-hmm.

Thought I’d give you
something different.

Oh, it’s not different.
You fixed them once before.

No, I don’t think so.

It was, uh, September 14,
raining, Saturday.

You were wearing the yellow
dress with white polka dots.

That yellow dress. I wonder
what ever happened to it.

I liked it.
I’ll have to look for it.

Mm-hm. You gave it away
to Mrs. Dumont, for the
rummage sale.

That’s right. I did.

That was the same rummage sale
that you whipped up that
enormous chocolate cake for.

It was an emergency.
It was also a very good cause.

Five minutes
after I’d told you
no witchcraft,

and you had
faithfully promised.

Darrin,
while you’re remembering,
do you also remember that

every time you bring up
that chocolate cake
we get into an argument?

How about forgetting it, hmm?

I’ll drop the subject.

But I’ll never forget it.

(INTERCOM BUZZES)
Yeah, Larry.

Darrin,
Mr. Pennybaker is here.
Mr. Pennybaker.

I wonder if you’d mind
coming in.
My pleasure.

And every parakeet,
or budgie, as we call them,

that I’ve got,
I’ve practically
hand-raised from an egg.

How about that.

Your average bird isn’t
very intelligent, you know.
(DOOR OPENS)

But those little budgies...

Oh, Ed, I don’t know whether
you remember Darrin Stephens
or not.

Oh, yes, yes.
I remember Stephens,

But I’m not too sure
whether he remembers me.

Well, of course I do,
Mr. Pennybaker. How are you?

Fine, fine, thank you.
And how are the children?

Mark and Sylvia, your little
three-year-old Willie?

Well, they’re just fine.
And, uh... Call me Ed.

Huh?
Well, thank you, Ed.

Ed was just telling me
some fascinating things
about his parakeets.

Yes. I’ve got a bird
that picks up a new word
every week.

There’s no telling how far
that bird can go.

I remember reading
about a Budgerigar...

Or a Budgie,
as they’re called,
owned by an English woman.

That bird knew
12 nursery rhymes
by heart,

and had a vocabulary
of over 300 words.

Oh, come off it, Darrin.
No. No, no.
He’s right.

I know about that bird.

I didn’t know
you were a budgie man.

I’m not, I’m not. I just
remember reading about it
in the dentist’s office.

Oh.

The bird was called Sandy,

and was owned
by Mrs. Irene Pauls
of Saines, in Middlesex.

Yes, yes.
Beautiful country, Middlesex.

You know, I drove through
there on my way down
to London, from Manchester.

Excuse me for correcting you,
but that would
be the Midlands,

not Middlesex.

Thank you very much,
Stephens.

Well, do you suppose
it’s possible to do a little
constructive work around here?

Oh, sure, Ed. Sure!

That’s no good. Uh-uh.

Wait a minute.

Now here’s something I like!

Simple, plain,

almost baroque.

Oh, excuse me, Ed,
but, um, if memory serves me,

the Baroque period in art
was highly ornamental.

It followed the Renaissance
and found its
extreme expression

in the Rococo.

What are you doing,
taking extension courses
in everything?

Knock it off,
will you, Darrin?
Sorry, Larry.

Just popped into my mind.
Art 101. Professor Eckhart.

Monday, Wednesday and Friday
at 10:00.

I got a B-minus.
He had
a good-looking daughter.

(CHUCKLES) Darrin, you’re
flunking your postgraduate
course in advertising.

Sorry. Uh, sorry, Ed.

(CHUCKLES)
Here we are.

Well, I’ll tell you something
I discovered about Larry.

He doesn’t like me
to charge things.

He’d rather give me the cash.
It seems to give him

a sense of power
and of being charitable to me.

Very interesting.
Louise!

Hi!
How are you, dear?

I know what you want.
Just tell me how much.

Oh, this is Mr. Pennybaker,
our favorite client.

My wife Louise
and Mrs. Stephens...
How are you?

How do you do?
How do you do?

Darrin was
telling me about you
last night. I hear you have

three wonderful children.

Oh, yes, I do indeed.
And you know,

It’s a pleasure
working with your husband.

Will this be enough,
darling?
LOUISE: Without looking, no.

Mr. Pennybaker, if you
and your wife aren’t busy,

why don’t you join us
for dinner tonight?

Well, that would be fine.

Oh, good, good.

Samantha,
we’ll expect you
and Darrin too.

Just a minute.
I believe it’s our turn.

Oh, oh, yes.
Yes, please let us do it.

Darrin,
it isn’t your turn at all.

You still have a rain check
from that Thursday
a month before last,

when we invited you
and you didn’t show up.

I didn’t hear
a thing about it.
Next time you want us

you just call me.

Don’t tell your husband
to tell my husband.

Wait a minute. Darrin didn’t
tell me about a dinner date.

I’d never forget
a thing like that.

Are you trying to say
I didn’t tell you?
Sweetheart,

even if you did, it doesn’t
make any difference.

I tell you, I told him!
Let me see.

Now I remember!
After I told him,
he made a note of it

in the margin
of a sketch we were working on
for the McCollins account.

Marvelous!
He even remembers things
that never happened.

Oh, Larry. If that’s the way
it’s going to be.

You want proof, huh? Okay.

Okay, okay.

Yes, Mr. Tate?
This is Mr. Stephens, Betty.

Will you please send in
the McCollins account?
Yes, sir.

Oh, Darrin, don’t!
Louise, I really wasn’t upset.

I just assumed that Darrin
forgot to tell Larry.

That’s another reason
I want to get this settled.

Oh, men! Men!
Thank you, Betty.

Oh, there we are.

"Dinner with the Stephens,
Thursday, 7:00."

Let me see that.

Mm, that is
your handwriting, dear.
Well, what if it is?

What does that prove?
DARRIN: See, I did remember
to tell him.

Oh, Samantha,
it was our fault.
I’m dreadfully sorry.

Oh, don’t be silly, Louise.
This whole
thing is ridiculous.

Larry!
I’m sorry, Samantha.

I’m sorry
I didn’t tell you, Louise.

SAM: Mr. Pennybaker,
in case you’re wondering

where you’re going
to have dinner tonight,
it’ll be at our house.

All right, Louise?
Anything,
but let’s go shopping.

Yes, well, I...
I think I’d better go too.

I’ll walk you ladies out.

You know, not too long ago,

a dispute like this could have
ended on the dueling field.

Everything according to
the Code Duello.

Ladies,
you probably
don’t know this,

but the dueling code has
a very interesting history.

Now you take
the age of chivalry.
A gentleman in those days...

Pleased with yourself?
Well, I’m sorry, Larry.

But you’ve been bugging me
about my memory. I’ve been
trying to improve it.

I know Ed Pennybaker.
He considers himself

an authority on everything.
He likes to be on!

I didn’t notice.

How could you?

You were talking all the time.

Larry, you’ve got to admit
that I did remember every
detail of his account.

Yes. Yes.

Now I wish you would go
to your office and practice
a little forgetting.

I can’t.
That’s the wonderful thing.
I can’t.

And, Larry, I want to thank
you for insisting
that I improve my memory.

Thanks, Lar.

Oh, I’m slow.

English literature,
room 314, new annex building.

The Destruction of
Sennacherib, by Lord Byron.

"The Assyrian came down
like the wolf on the fold,

"his cohorts were gleaming
in purple and gold..."

"The stockings were hung
by the chimney with care...

"In hopes that St. Nicholas
soon would be there"?

It’s not total recall yet.

Mr. Stephens?
Yes, Betty?

I have this international
products letter

For you to sign.
Oh, good.

Betty, uh,
you have a semicolon here

in the fourth sentence
where I dictated a colon.

Oh, I’m sorry.
It’s all right.

You can fix it with an eraser.
Oh, fine.

Send that right out.
Thank you.

Which reminds me.
That’s the fourth time

this year
you’ve made the same mistake.

The first time was
in February in a letter

to the Frisbee account.
Then the second time was
concerning

the Rawback account.
That was on April the 12th.

And most recently
it was in a letter

to Clyde, Burke and Weil.
Only this time you made
the same mistake in reverse...

A colon instead of semicolon.

Better watch that.
Yes, sir!

It’s coming back.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh! Let me guess.

(IN DEEP VOICE)
Go ahead.

The milkman?
Right. How ’bout
payin’ your bill, lady?

There.
Where’s my change?

Oh, Darrin, they’re lovely!
What’s the occasion?

It’s an anniversary.

Of what?
Our first quarrel.

Oh. How very thoughtful
of you.

I was remembering how nice
it was making up afterwards.

Yes, that was nice.

Thank you.

I remember I took you
to dinner, the theater
and dancing afterwards.

Oh, yes.
You were so charming
and gallant.

Remember the funny
little waiter with the toupee?

Very romantic too.

And the bandleader who was
smashed out of his skull?

No, but I remember
how sweet you were...

Oh, honey,
you must remember him.

They had him propped up
between two music stands.

It was the night we had
the fight. It all started...

Oh, Darrin,
I can’t even remember

what the fight was about.

I can. It was the time
you were going to meet me
outside my office building,

and you were waiting
at the wrong entrance,

which left me standing
for one solid hour
in the pouring rain.

You do remember that,
don’t you?

Oh, for heaven’s sakes.

Why did you go
to the side entrance?

You always go
to the front entrance, and
that’s where I waited for you.

I was waiting there because
you asked me
to meet you there.

Why would I do a thing
like that?

You made a mistake.
You were just too wet
and irritable to admit it.

It was for your convenience
that I was there!

You were doing some shopping
in that dress store
on the side street!

That’s ridiculous, Darrin.
That shop never had anything
I wanted.

For your information,
that was the day and the place
where you bought

that yellow dress
with the white polka dots
that you gave

to the rummage committee,
along with that chocolate cake
that you whipped up!

Don’t you raise your voice
like that to me.

There, you see?
You always say that
whenever I’m right,

DARRIN: And I’m right,
aren’t I?

All right. You’re right.

Here. Take your raggedy old
flowers and press them in your
dumb old instant memory book!

Well!

If it’s wrong for a man
to try to improve himself

to study hard
to get ahead in his job,

so that he can do better
by his wife and child, well...

Darrin... I’m sorry.

Don’t you think you’ve
improved your memory enough?

Can’t you just forget
about the rest of the book?

Samantha,
if it weren’t for that book,
I wouldn’t have remembered

about our first quarrel
and I wouldn’t have brought
you these flowers.

And we wouldn’t be having
this brand-new fight.

I’m sorry.

They’re lovely.

And I love you very much.

I love you very much.

SAM: Oh, that makes it
all worthwhile.

Which reminds me
of the time...

Listen. But none of you
remember the really
early cars.

Now I mean the first ones.

For instance, who remembers

the Lexington Minuteman?

Now, there...
It was a four-cylinder,

four-passenger sports car,
early 1900s.

But the interesting thing
is it had bucket seats.

My great-aunt Emma had one.
Hadn’t thought of it in years.

(GIGGLES)

Now that’s all right,

as far as you went.
But the valve system...

DARRIN: Ed, to be
completely accurate,

The Lexington was hardly
one of your first cars.

After all,
the internal
combustion engine...

The first patent was taken out
in 1886 by Gottlieb Daimler.

And credit is generally given
to a man named Krebs

for all the features that
we find in today’s modern car.

He designed the Panhard
in 1894 which...

Right! Would you mind
refilling my glass?

Uh, darling, since when
have you been so interested
In old cars?

Yes,
I was wondering that myself.

Well, I’m not.
But I was doing some research

In automobiles for a motor car
campaign we were doing
back on June the 16th, 1963,

and I just picked up
a little information
here and there.

Picked up?
You made a career of it.

My refill, please?

Yes.

Ed. Ed, Darrin tells me
that you’re
quite a music lover.

Yes, Ed.
Tell us about it.

Well, I must say I do pride
myself on my knowledge of...

Does your husband know music,
Samantha?

Not really, no.

We hope.

Well, you see,
I’m particularly interested

in that creative giant,
Ludwig Van Beethoven.

(GROANS)

Beethoven? How nice!

You know, there’s
an enduring vitality

in all the great music
of the classical period.

Now you take Beethoven...
Uh, excuse me, Ed,

But as I understand it,
Beethoven was what we call

a transition composer.
Darrin...

Now, the composers
of your classical
period were Haydn, Mozart.

Your romantic composers...
Chopin, Schumann.

Beethoven and Schubert...

They came in between,
therefore, transition...
Q.E.D.

Your husband
doesn’t know music?

(CHUCKLES)
I don’t. Uh,
just something I picked up

from the notes
on a record album.

You remember, Louise...
That album
of symphony favorites

you gave to me on my birthday
eight years ago.

So now it’s our fault, eh?

Ed, Larry’s been thinking
of putting in a wine cellar,

and we don’t know anything
about it.

I just wondered
if you could advise us

on anything we should get.
Oh, boy!
(SIGHS)

As a matter of fact...
There’s something about
French wines I’ll bet

none of you know.
In 1875...
Darrin!

In a moment, dear.
There was a terrible blight
In the French vineyards.

Darrin, I’d like to see you
in the kitchen.

Right now.

Oh. Well, excuse me, folks.

Back in a minute.
Why don’t you take over, Ed?

Thank you.

Now, about that wine cellar.

Now that’s something
I really know.

We built one, you know.
Well, what has gotten
into you?

Honey, isn’t it marvelous?
Only a few sessions with that

great little book,
and already my memory’s
increased a thousand percent!

I can’t imagine what it’ll
be like after I finish it.

I dread the thought.
What do you mean?

Don’t you see that Ed’s just
about ready to kill you?

Why? We have
so many interests
in common!

Honey, can’t you see?
Isn’t it exciting?

It’s total recall.
That’s what it is.

And your mother thought
I couldn’t handle it. Ha!

My mother?

I haven’t seen my mother
in two weeks.

But Darrin has.

Mother?

Mother!

Well!
Unbearable, isn’t he?

You did it, didn’t you?

I warned him
he’d be

Impossible to live with.
You mean,
he asked you for the power?

No, no. He thinks he’s doing
the whole thing

with that little pointed
head of his,
and may I say

he’s on the way
to becoming

the champion bore
of the world.

You take that spell off him.

But, Samantha, I didn’t put
the spell on him.

Witch’s honor!

If you didn’t
put a spell on him,

then it must be something
he has with him...
Some object.

What?
That’s for me to know
And you to find out.

There’s a nice
little challenge
for you, dear.

Something he’s wearing?

Something he has with him
all the time?

Let me know
how it comes out.

I’m taking off to Rio.

Really!

Something, something.

Tsk!

No, no, Ed.
It wasn’t that way at all.

If you’ll excuse me.
Columbia came to the Rose Bowl
to play Stanford.

Nobody gave ’em a chance.
They played the game
in a pouring rain.

It was a scoreless tie
in the fourth quarter.

My uncle Max told me
all about it when I was
a little kid.

Columbia’s coach, Lou Little,
had worked out a key play.

At the right moment,
Columbia’s quarterback

faded back with the ball,
and he threw it!

Oh, I’ll get it, Darrin.
You tell Ed all about it.

Well, he threw it to, uh,
um...

Uh, what’s his name?
It’s right on the tip
of my tongue.

Um, what is his name, Ed?
Help me!

His name was Barabas...
Al Barabas.

He scored a touchdown,
they converted,

the final score
and you lost $35
to Jess Wallach

when you couldn’t afford it.
How about that?
Yes!

Well, how’d you know that,
Cynthia?

Well, I don’t know.
Yes, I do.
I’ve heard that story...

Let’s see.
Ed and I have been married

15 years.
He’s told the story
at least twice a week.

That means I
would have heard it
at least 1,560 times.

What?
Oh, I know his fishing story

almost as well.
He’s only told that
1,422 times.

All right, Cynthia.
Oh, just a minute, darling.

How would you like to hear
about orchid raising?

He just started that
ten years ago, so he’s only
told that 836 times.

I didn’t realize that
I monopolize the conversation.

Oh, but you do, darling.
Oh, let me tell you

about our tenth anniversary.
We decided to go back
to Niagara Falls

to recapture romance.
We had a lovely view
of the falls.

I saw them,
but I never heard them.

There was something
drowning them out.

Cynthia!

Oh, I’m sorry, Ed.

I shouldn’t have said
all that.

But suddenly
something came over me,

and, all of a sudden,
everything came back.

Was I as bad as that?
I didn’t realize.

You mean I go on and on and on
about anything, everything?

The way he does?

Oh, gee, everybody,

I’m sorry
if I was talking too much.

Sam, was I?

Uh, Samantha, why don’t you
give Darrin and Ed

something else
to think about, like maybe

some food for thought?
Oh, that’s an excellent idea,
Larry.

Well, if memory serves,
dinner is ready.

Morning, sweetheart.
Morning.

Honey, where’s
my instant memory book?

Darrin, after all
we’ve been through, what do
you want that thing for?

I misplaced my watch.

I thought maybe a quick review
would help me remember
where I left it.

Oh, well, I took it.
The strap was broken.

I’m gonna have it fixed.
I forgot to tell you.

You see?
It’s my memory, not yours.

I have a strange feeling
there is something wrong
with my memory.

Hmm?
All that total recall.

That couldn’t have been
entirely from that book.

What conversation
did I have with your mother
that slipped my mind

like I wish every conversation
I had with your mother would?

You suspect my mother?

Tsk! Why, Darrin,
I find that hard to believe.

I bet you find it
harder to deny.

Mmm, much harder.

But I love you,

so could you try and forget
about Mother...

And memory...

And remembering...
And concentrate on that, hmm?

Cinch.