All language subtitles for Bewitched S03E24 Art for Sams Sake_track3_[eng]

Samantha?

(TIMER BUZZING)

Oh, that’s
my own little witch.

Well done.

Darrin, you better hurry up.
Breakfast is almost ready.

I know.
I just saw it in action.

That’s very clever,
the way the pancakes
flip-flop-flip-flop, no hands.

Welcome back to the fold,
darling.

I, uh, sort of
broke training.

I noticed.

What about, uh, Dumbo?

Doesn’t he
object to your using...

Yes, Darrin objects.

But it’s a special occasion
because of the morning light.

I have to catch
the morning light, so I
can work on my painting.

Really?
You’re painting?

Mm-hmm! See?
I’ve almost
finished the sketch.

I’m gonna enter it
in the exhibit next week.

Just paint the Same way
you flipped those pancakes,
and you’ll have a masterpiece.

Mother, I am not
going to use witchcraft.

Well, remember, anything less
than a masterpiece

will be a disgrace
to the family name.

And I’ll be watching.

Mother!

Mo...
(SCOFFS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay, push.
That’s a good girl.

Wait a minute.
Just wait a minute.

Mama.
No. Now, come on.

No. As soon as
I call your daddy,
I’ll fix you something to eat.

Well, there you are.
I’ve been waiting
for hours.

Well, I’m sorry, Mother,
but I’ve been very busy
delivering my painting.

Your painting?

Yes. My painting.

For your information, Mother
dear, my painting is gonna be
hung at the charity exhibit.

It might even win a prize.
Well, that wouldn’t
surprise me.

It wouldn’t?
No. Of course not.

Talent runs in our family.

Your great-great uncle Lorenzo
was hung in the Louvre.

Mother, really,
not in front of Tabatha.

Not him, silly child.
His self-portrait.

And your second cousin
Lucretia has been working
in stone for centuries.

I’ve often felt that Durwood
should lend her his head.

I have often
felt that we can do
without the jokes

about Darrin,
D-A-R-R-I-N.

He, incidentally,
thinks my painting’s great.

That is incidental.

What would
what-you-would-call-him
know about art?

If you want an opinion
of value, you should go
to someone

who’s ascetically equipped

to give you a critique
of your work.

Whom did you have in mind?
As if I didn’t know.

Oh, don’t be flippant,
my dear daughter.

You know I frequently haunt
the avant-garde galleries.

As a matter of fact,
I dropped in at
Jacques’ gallery in New York

to see the work
of Henri Monchet.

Who is Henri Monchet?
Henri Monchet!

Henri Monchet happens to be
the latest rage in Paris!

And mark you, soon he’ll be
the rage in New York.

Well, I’m very impressed.
Good.

Now let’s see if I am.

What?

Let me see your painting.
Uh-uh. No,
it’s too late.

It’s already
hanging in the gallery
at the university.

I told you I’d dropped it off
when I came in.

You mean it’s going to appear
in public before your
own mother sees it?

You bet.

We artists live dangerously.

Life with that mortal

has made you
completely thoughtless.

How’s that?

I got news.

I think you hung it
upside down.

So what? Eggs is better
over easy anyhow.

Eggs makes me hungry.
Let’s eat.

It’s too early for lunch.

Not when you been hanging eggs
all morning, it ain’t.
Come on. Let’s eat.

Okay. Better lock the door.

Oh. All right.

What you got,
salami?
Liverwurst.

Always liverwurst
on Thursday.

Hey. How did she
get in?

Uh, sorry, uh, lady.

But the show don’t start
till tonight.

So if you don’t mind,
will you please blow?

Of course.

(WIND BLOWING)

(LAUGHS)

Lady, watch out!

Did you see
what I saw?

No.

Good. Neither did I.

Oh!
My stars and satellites.

It looks like she’s
painted it with a broom.

A whisk broom.

Well, we can do
better than that.

Oh, wizards and warlocks
of arts of the ages.

Oh, palettes of paint
and classical sages.

This dreadful still life,
just take it away,

and bring me a landscape
by Henri Monchet!

Ah. Well, that’s
more like it.

Oh, fiddley-faddley,
I almost forgot!

There!

Now.

Well, now that’s what I call
an excellent job.

Where did that lady go?

What lady?

That’s the one.

Darrin, it’s almost 5:00.

How’s that perfume layout
coming along?

Here, have a sniff.

Oh, these look fine, Darrin.
There are a few
changes I wanna make

before Cunningham sees it.

Well, take your time.
He can see it tomorrow. You
can tell him about it tonight.

What do you mean, I can
tell him about it tonight?

He arrived in town early.
You’re taking him to dinner.

Not tonight, I’m not. I have
very special plans tonight.
I’m taking my wife to dinner.

By all means bring Sam along.
She’s always a plus
in client relationships.

Larry, you’re not
paying attention.

Sam has a painting entered
in the art exhibit
at the university.

We have to go there.
But that’s great!

Cunningham considers himself
a connoisseur of the arts.

He’d jump at the chance
to go to an art exhibit.

An amateur art exhibit?

This is the first thing
Sam’s ever painted!

Darrin, have I ever
steered you wrong?

You wanna stand
on your record?

No.

Why don’t you
take him to dinner tonight?

Because Louise and I have
other plans, and because the
Cunningham perfume account

can be the most lucrative
we’ve ever had, and taking him
to the art exhibit

can be the one surefire way
of getting it.

So, call Sam
and give her the good word.

Okay. First I have to
think of one.

What?
A good word.

Why don’t you tell her
it’s a favor

for the president
of the company?

That’s a good word.

Good evening, madam.
Your chief babysitter,
reporting for duty.

Not a minute too soon.

If I don’t leave right away
I’m gonna be late.

There’s something else
I had to do. What was it?

Yes. Mr. Cunningham’s perfume.

He sent some to Louise
and me.

$50 an ounce.
Mmm.

Ooh, Mother, look at me.
I’m so nervous, it’s like
stage fright.

Don’t worry, darling.
I’ll be with you in spirit.

Wish me luck.
It’s been wished.

What does that mean?
Oh, really, Samantha!

It’s getting so you question
everything I say.

Sorry.

Bye-bye.

$50 an ounce?

Eww.

Ugh.

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
On the local side of the news,

art critic Arthur Bryan
has completed his judging

in the annual charity art show
on view at the university
tonight.

The winner of the first prize
is Samantha Stephens.

Larry!

In making the decision,
Mr. Bryan said that
Mrs. Stephens showed

an amazing color sense
and style for an amateur
painter.

Larry! Samantha
won first prize!

(RADIO CONTINUES)
(LARRY SHOUTING, MUFFLED)

Well, hurry up.
We must go to that exhibit.

Now for a rundown
in the world of sports.

What is it?
She won!
Samantha won!

Stunned a capacity crowd,
setting a new world’s record
for the high jump.

Yeah? How high
did she jump?

And so you say,
"What is art?"

Some say look in the
dictionary, but I say

What does a man who writes
a dictionary know about art?

If he knew anything about art,
would he be writing a
dictionary in the first place?

No, I say.

I say go to a man who has
created something himself.

Even if that man is
only a man like I.

A man who has created
a perfume, go to him,
I say.

That man knows art
as I know art.

"What does it take
to know art?" You ask.

No, I didn’t.
She didn’t say anything.

That is not an easy question
to answer.

Thought you’d hit me
with a toughie didn’t you?

For the ordinary man,
that is a difficult question.

But... And I use
the word "but" advisedly,

but for a man like I,
who has a sense
of recognition,

a man who can sniff a
fragrance or walk up to
a painting and say,

"I know you".

There is the essence
of knowing art.

Fascinating.

Yes, isn’t it?

Uh, I’m afraid
that our exhibit

is considerably below
your speed, Mr. Cunningham.

I mean, it’s for kitchen
creators, patio painters,
like I.

I mean, we wouldn’t be
on exhibit at all
if it weren’t for charity.

All the more reason.

All the more reason, what?

To know what you want
and go after it.

Once I say "I know you,"
the next step is,
"I must have you."

I have never, never
in my entire life said
"I know you"

To a painting or fragrance
I didn’t buy.

I will say that for me.
I always get what I want.

Always.

Wow.

That is why my art collection
is second only to about three
or four hundred others

in the united states.

Wow.

Uh, d-don’t you think
it’s getting a wee bit late?

Yes! Uh, waiter?

They’re putting
the prize-winning paintings
up for sale this evening.

You might see
something you like.

At an amateur exhibit,
I doubt it.

But who knows,
I’m always on the lookout
for new discoveries.

(CHUCKLES)
Well, I’m afraid mine
won’t be one.

(MUTTERING)
I don’t know.

LOUISE: Oh, Samantha.
Samantha, how wonderful!

I’m so thrilled for you!
Mr. Cunningham.

Good to see you again.
I wouldn’t have missed this
for the world!

Darrin, you must be
very proud of her.

When Louise heard the news,
we canceled our engagement
and came right over!

What news?
Yeah, what news?

You mean you don’t know?
Samantha won first prize.
(GASPS)

They’re unveiling her painting
any moment.

Well, now,
this is interesting.

Oh! Louise, are you sure?

I can’t believe it!
You’re positive?
I’m numb.

Who wouldn’t be?
I’m dying to see
your masterpiece.

They’ve been waiting for you
before they start the auction.

We saved some seats,
come on over.

Here, Mr. Cunningham.

Mrs. Stephens, as chairman
of the art committee,

I just want to say how proud
we are to have you here
this evening.

Thank you.

(CROWD APPLAUDS)

Hang on, I may go
right through the floor.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
as we promised you,
the first painting

to be auctioned for charity
is the painting that won
first prize.

(APPLAUSE)

We invite our guests
to come up and examine
the painting

before the auction begins.

Sam, that isn’t yours.

I know. Mr. Chairman...

Honey, honey.
The signature.
Look at the signature.

I want to tell you,
Mrs. Stephens,
I’m not used to paintings

at amateur art exhibits
saying "I know you,"

but that one definitely
is speaking up.

I wish it’d say
where it came from.
Darrin!

All right, now.
Your attention, please.

The bidding is
about to commence.

Now, do I hear an offer?

I have an awful feeling

Twenty-five dollars.

That he’s going to bid
for it.
He just did.

Thirty.
Thirty-five.

That may be my signature,
but it’s Mother’s handwriting.

You bid against him.
I’ll see if I can
figure this out.

Thirty-five once.

Thirty-five twice.

Uh, 36!

Ah, now I have a bid
for $36.

You people in the back there,
I haven’t heard from you.

Mr. Higgins, do you
have a bid?
Mother?

Oh, I get the hint, Stephens.
I forgot it was for charity.

Don’t worry, Stephens.
I’ll go along.

$200.

Now I have a bid for $200!
Do I hear more?

Two hundred once.

Two hundred twice.

Three hundred dollars.

Do I hear four?

Four hundred dollars.

Stephens,
I want that painting.

Yes, Darrin. What is this?
He wants that painting.

I’m sentimental.

You weren’t sentimental
a while ago when you could
have had it for $25.

I’m a man of many moods.

Four hundred once.
Four hundred twice.

410!
I have 410.

Do I hear 500?

Five hundred.

I know you can hear me!

How could you
do such a thing?

Will you please answer me?
It’s urgent!

Oh!

Oh, Mother, you are such
a stubborn witch.

I have $800.
Do I hear 850?

I don’t think so.
Eight fifty.

Darrin, you can be sentimental
over her next painting.

Please keep out
of this, Louise.

I thought you people
wanted my account.

$900.

We do. But that’s business.
This is art.

This is nonsense, Darrin.
You can have all the paintings
Sam can paint.

Why do you have to have
this one?

Larry, you’d never
understand. $925.

I could leave town tonight.

Me without the painting,
and you without my account.

$950.

$950!

Do I hear a thousand?

Where are you gonna get
$1,000 without a job?

$1,000.

$1,005.

$1,005.

Going once.

Going twice.

Sold, for $1,005

To the art lover
in the gray suit.

I told you I get what I want
if I have to say so myself.

Mr. Cunningham.
I call this
good sportsmanship,

Darrin inviting us all over
for a cup of coffee.

Yes, he’s a gracious loser,
and I’m a gracious winner
for $1,005.

$1,005?

Well, I suppose I can’t really
blame you for wanting your
wife’s painting so badly.

I suppose.

Samantha and I’ll get things
started in the kitchen.

Yes.
Let me!

Oh, no, Louise.
You and Larry entertain
Mr. Cunningham.

Mother. Dear.

I’m desperate.

Mother, I have to talk
to you.

Now, for the last time,
you materialize, or else!

Well, why didn’t you
answer me before?

You knew I was here
babysitting.

I also know you
could’ve gotten
Aunt Hagatha as a substitute.

Oh, I knew you were going
to make a great to-do
over nothing,

and you are, aren’t you?

Where did you get
that painting?

Oh, that?
That’s Henri Monchet’s.

Henri Monchet?
You stole it!

(GASPS)
Samantha!

That’s a tawdry
accusation.

Of course, I haven’t.
I just borrowed it.

It’ll pop back to Jacques’
at midnight.

Midnight!
But it’s close to that now.

Oh, really?
Oh, I am late.

Mother, you are going to sit
right there on that table
until this mess is cleared up.

Mr. Cunningham is in there,
and he bought that painting!

Don’t tell me that
scent maker is here!

Mm-hmm.

I tried some of his perfume.
It burned a hole
right through my robe.

You should try some
of my perfume, Samantha.

It’s irresistible.

It was made especially for me
by a warlock in Tibet.

Irresistible?

Completely.

But I’ll need it
for tonight.

Oh, no, Mother,
I’ll need it for tonight.

Oh, please?
Please let me borrow it.
Hmm? Please?

Oh, fiddle-faddle.

Whew!

Mr. Cunningham, why don’t
you leave the painting here?
We’ll have it reframed,

Show it off a little better.

You really don’t want to
part with it, do you?

Louise?

Larry?
No, thanks.

Mrs. Stephens...
I’m terribly sorry,
Mr. Cunningham.

Uh, cream and sugar?

That perfume you’re wearing!
What is it?

Oh, that.
Uh, my mother makes it.

Homemade perfume?

Well, it’s an old formula.
Been in the family for years.

What a unique fragrance.
That scent,

Remarkable,
fabulous aroma.

It’s speaking to me.
I’m glad you like it.

Like it?
I must market it!

Great!

What are the ingredients?

Oh, Mother would never
tell anyone.

Well, I’m prepared to make
a very generous offer to her
if she’ll sell it to me.

She’d never sell it for money.

What else is there?

I happen to know that
Mother would love Darrin
to have that painting.

Perhaps we could
work out a trade.

No, no. I don’t think so.

Cookie?
(SNIFFS)

That scent is irresistible.

Are you sure your mother won’t
accept a very large payment?

Oh, absolutely not.

You have a very unusual
mother-in-law, my boy.

Indescribable.

(SNIFFS)
Louise.

And so is that perfume.

It’s a deal.

The painting for the formula.

Darrin, why don’t you take
the painting in the den?

Now?

Before Mr. Cunningham
changes his mind.

(INHALING)

Why, with this new fragrance,
I may start a whole new line.

Naturally, Mr. Cunningham.
I’ll have Stephens get started
on a new layout right away.

That sounds like fun.

I’ll want excitement,

Something that will make it
impossible for a woman
not to buy it when she sees it

We’ll need a name that will
make it as irresistible
as it is.

I have an idea.

How about "I know you."

Brilliant!

Stephens, what did you ever do
to deserve a woman like this?

Mr. Cunningham,
I’ll never know.

Well, good night!
Darrin, see you
bright and early.

Right, Larry.
Mr. Cunningham.

Better get right on the ball.

Believe me, sir,
I’ve got a lot of ideas.

I think it’s just wonderful
the way everything worked out.

So you didn’t
get the painting,
but you got the perfume,

and McMann and Tate got
the account,

which is all Larry
was worried about,
right?

Just a minute.
Just a gosh darn minute!

LARRY:
Louise, will you ever learn
to keep your big fat...

And were you going to keep
this a secret from me?

Keep what a secret from you,
Mr. Cunningham?

"Samantha Stephens."
So that wasn’t your
only painting.

Or your only style!

This one I’ve got to have,
because this one is talking
up a storm.

It’s shouting at me.
This one I know.

Mr. Cunningham.
That one you may have.

You mean it?

Quick, say goodnight
before she changes her mind.

Good night.
Call you tomorrow!
Good night, good night.

Sam, what about that painting?
Is it gonna disappear on him?

Is it real?
Or was that witchcraft too?

I told you this morning
it was real.

Oh, boy. It’s getting harder
and harder to tell what’s real
and what isn’t around here!

(CHUCKLES)
Come here.

This is real.

Wow!