All language subtitles for Bewitched S03E29 Its Wishcraft_track3_[eng]

(TWITCHES NOSE)

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye, sweetheart.
Bye-bye.

Be a good girl.

(SIGHS)

Other kids leave their toys
lying around. In my house,
they’re flying around.

Sam!

Sam!
Yes?

Sam, you’ve gotta do something
about Tabatha flying her toys
around the house.

Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart.

Every time I catch her,
I tell her, "no."

But it’s awfully hard to break
a child of doing something
that comes naturally.

Honey, it’s not me
I’m worried about,
but what about my parents?

What about my mother?
Oh.

What if Tabatha twitches
her nose and Peter Rabbit
here flies into her lap?

That’s liable to be
a little hard to explain.

To say the very least.

Look, from the time my parents
get here until the time
they leave,

I hereby give you permission
to fight witchcraft
with witchcraft.

Well! I think I better
get that in writing.

I mean it, honey.
It’s the only way.

Okay. But remember,
it was your idea.

(TWITCHES NOSE)

Sam, I said after
my folks get here.

Sorry, sweetheart.
I was just practicing.

Oh, I’d better hurry.

I’ll try to get home early
to help out.
Okay.

Good luck, sweetheart.
Bye, Tabatha!

Daddy.

Sam? Sam!

I thought you just left.

So did I. So what am I doing
here when I was just standing
on the front porch?

I don’t know.
I certainly didn’t do it.

Daddy.

Endora.
Oh, Tabatha, no.

You mustn’t do that.
Tabatha?

How could she?

I, I’m afraid it’s wish craft.

Wish craft?
Uh-huh.

W-i-s-h craft.
She’s going through
a new stage.

Whenever she wishes for
someone she really loves to

be with her,
they automatically are.

Wish craft.
Mmm.

Darling, I know it’s going
to be difficult.

You really ought to be kind of
proud of her though.

Most children don’t go through
this stage until much later.

Well, I must say she’s got
a great sense of timing.

Just when my folks
are coming!

Oh!

Sam, it’s tough enough
having a baby daughter
who’s a witch...

Shh!

You sneak out.
I’ll try and distract her.

(WHISPERS) Does she
have to be a

precocious witch in
the bargain?

Darrin!
Go out the door.

Where’s your bunny rabbit,
sweetheart?

Yes, there it is.
There’s your...
Rabbit.

There’s your bunny rabbit.

Rabbit.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

All right now, Tabatha.
During the time that

Grandma and Grandpa Stephens
are visiting,

No more of that, huh?
Okay.

Okay. That is
definitely a no-no.

Oh, no!
Oh, Tabatha!

You can’t have started
that already!

And how’s my little
darling today?

(SIGHS) Mother, it was you!
Oh, now, don’t
lecture me, Samantha.

I’m merely exercising
my right to see my own
little granddaughter.

Well, I’m not angry.
As a matter of fact,
I’m delighted to see you.

You are?
How refreshing!

Could you stay for a while?

I may need your help. Darrin’s
parents are in town, and

they’re coming over
this afternoon.

Oh, my poor Samantha.

Having to put up with Darwin
is bad enough,
but his parents!

Mother, please?
If I ever needed another witch
in the house, it’s today.

Of course, dear.

Besides, Mr. Stephens
isn’t half-bad.

Mother, you will be nice
to Mrs. Stephens?

She’s sort of sensitive.

(SCOFFS)

Will you please? Hmm?

Well, all right.
I’ll stay.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Stephens!
(EXCLAIMING)

Hi.

How nice to see you.

How’s my favorite
daughter-in-law?

SAM: Oh, just fine.
Oh, Samantha, dear.

You look a little pale.
Are you feeling all right?

Oh, yeah.
Nonsense, Phyllis.
She looks terrific.

Thank you.
You remember my mother.
Oh, certainly.

Mrs. Stephens.
Do you live here now?

Live here?
Whatever gave you that idea?

Well, it’s, uh...
It’s just that the last time
we were here, you were here.

Yes.

And, uh, well,
here you are again.

It seems that every time we
visit Darrin and Samantha,
you’re here.

Mm-hmm.
It’s quite a coincidence.

It’s a wonderful coincidence.
Oh, Mr. Stephens!

How well you look.
It’s been a long time,
hasn’t it?

Mmm.

You’re looking
as handsome as ever.

Well! Why are we all
standing here?

Let’s go in and have
some tea.

Did you have lunch?

On the plane.
It was very greasy.

I, I made some of those
little sweet rolls
from the recipe you gave me.

You really must taste one
and let me know how I’ve done.

Shall we be comfortable,
Mr. Stephens?

Yes.

Your recipes have been
such a tremendous success.
Please sit down.

Oh, Frank, I left my hanky
in my coat pocket.

Would you get it for me?
Oh, sure.

Where’s Tabatha?
I can’t wait to see
how she’s grown.

Well, I just put her down
for her nap, but she should
be up shortly.

I think you’ll be surprised
at the, uh, change in her.

Here, dear.
Thank you.

I get such a terrible
head cold whenever I fly.

Oh, really?

I never do.
Me neither.

But Phyllis here, she could
write a book, A ches and Pains
For Every Occasion.

I, I’ll get the tea.
Mother, will you help?

Oh, certainly, darling.
I’d be glad to help, Samantha.

Oh, no, no, Mrs. Stephens.

You sit right down
and relax.

You do look
a little peaked.

Phyllis, you might make
a little effort to get along
with Samantha’s mother.

What for, dear?
You seemed to be making effort
enough for both of us.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)
Oh, I’ll get it, Samantha.

(RINGING)

Hello? Oh, Darrin!
It’s Mother.

Oh, it’s wonderful to hear
your voice, too.

Do you have a sore throat?

No, Mother, I’m fine.
Really. How was your trip?

Oh, it was all right.

Samantha’s mother
greeted us at the door.

Does she visit very often?
Phyllis!

Endora? What’s she
doing there?

I’m sure I don’t know, dear.

But is does seem strange that
every time we come to visit,
she’s here, too.

You know, in-laws can cause
such a terrible problem
if, if they intrude too much.

Uh, let me talk to Sam,
Mother.

All right, dear.
It’s Darrin, Samantha.

Oh, thank you.

Say hello to him
for me, will you?

Sure. Hi, sweetheart.
Your father says, "hello."

Sam, what’s your mother
doing there? Haven’t we got
enough problems without her?

Oh, yes, yes.
They both look wonderful.

Traveling obviously agrees
with them. By the way,

Mother dropped in a little
while ago. Isn’t that nice?

Sam, I want her
out of the house immediately.

If there’s one thing we don’t
need today it’s another witch

Oh, sweetheart,
that’s exactly
what we do need.

I’m coming home right away,
and I want her out!

Really?
Oh, that’s wonderful.

Then you’ll be able
to come home early.
They’re so anxious to see you.

Oh, yes. They’re both
standing right here.

Uh, hang on a minute,
sweetheart.

Would you pour,
Mrs. Stephens?
I’ll be right there.

Of course, dear.
Come, Frank.

Darrin! Mother is trying
to help, which is more than
I can say for you at...

Do you take cream
or lemon, dear?

Lemon, please,
Mrs. Stephens.

You were saying,
sweetheart?

I was saying I’m coming home,
and I want your mother
out of the house!

I’ll wait till you’re off
the phone, dear, so your
tea won’t get cold.

In the meantime,
I’m going upstairs
and take a look at Tabatha.

Mother!
Yes, dear?

Mother, Mrs. Stephens
would like to take
a peek at Tabatha.

Would you show her
where the nursery is?

I know where the nursery is.

I’ll go with you.

In case she’s up, we wouldn’t
want her to be startled

by an unfamiliar face.
Now, would we?

What’s going on?
What did I hear?

Has something
happened already?

Darrin, we’ll discuss it
when you get home.

Bye-bye, sweetheart.

When’s Darrin coming home?
He said...

It’s all right, Samantha.
You can tell me. I know

What these family
squabbles are.

What squabble?
Are you and Darrin
having a fight?

Why, no, I...
I suppose Dagwood was being
boorish and insensitive again.

His name is Darrin.
FRANK: Named after
his grandfather.

And I resent you calling him
insensitive. I heard the tone
Samantha used on the phone.

Now, really...
Knowing Durwood, I would say
she kept her temper admirably.

His name is Darvin!
I, I mean Darrin.

What’s the difference?
What dreadful thing
did he say to you, dear?

He didn’t say...

Whatever it was, I’m sure
it was perfectly justified.

Oh, now, Mrs. Stephens...
You ought to know.

You were eavesdropping
on the whole conversation.

Mother!

Since you and my son
obviously don’t get along,
wouldn’t it be a better idea

if you left his house
before he gets home?

I am not accustomed
to be told to leave
my own daughter’s house.

I’ll be right back, Frank.

I don’t think that
Sam and Darrin
were having a fight.

Oh, what do you know?

I tell you, they’re
in serious trouble,

and that woman
is at the heart of it.
(SCOFFS)

Oh, mother! You were
supposed to be a help!

Now look what’s happened,
even before Tabatha’s awake.

Oh, this is awful!

He made you cry.
That brute has made you cry!

It’s not Darrin!
And I’m not crying.

Maybe not on the outside,
but on the inside,
the tears are flowing.

Oh, Mother, I wish you’d...

Well, I can see that
my presence is no
longer required.

Good.

Make my daughter cry,
will you?

For every tear
my daughter has shed,

may buckets of water
fall on your head.

(GROANING) Endora!

Mr. Stephens...

Mr. Stephens,
you’re being rained on.

Uh, uh, the, the roof
is, uh, leaking.

I can’t very well
work in an office
where the roof is leaking.

I think I’ll take the rest
of the afternoon off.

But it’s not raining outside.
It’s raining inside, on you.

Sudden cloudburst.

You probably just
didn’t notice it.

Don’t worry, though,
I already called
the roofing repair people.

They should be right over.

Well, good-bye.

Thank you.

So you see, Mrs. Stephens,
it’s all been
a misunderstanding.

There’s nothing wrong
between Darrin and me.

That’s what I told you.
You’ve just been imagining
things again.

I know what I heard, Frank.
It’s all right, Samantha.

You don’t have to cover up.
Married people have little
squabbles all the time.

I’ll say.

But there’s nothing
to cover up, Mrs. Stephens.

Darrin and I are as happy
as a couple of clams. And when
he comes in, you’ll see.

Well, if I imagined it,
so did your mother.

She was certainly
under the impression
you were having a fight.

By the way,
where is your mother?

Uh, she had an engagement.

But she told me to tell you
how very, very nice it was
to see you again.

Well, if you’ll excuse me,
I think I’ll make some
more tea.

Now, don’t you feel
a little foolish?

Not in the least.
I don’t believe
a word she said.

Darrin!

Darrin, you’re being
rained on.

Mother! Mother!

At your beck
and call, darling.
Shh!

Ooh! There he is.
Doesn’t he look
all fresh and dewy?

Just turn it off!

All right.

Mother, why?
He made you cry.

Oh, Mother!

Endora, this is absolutely
the last...

Time...

Daddy.

(GROANS) Yes, sweetheart.
This is Daddy.

What are you
trying to do?

I didn’t do a thing!

(GASPS) Tabatha!

He must be in the nursery.

PHYLLIS: Samantha,
is that Darrin?
Mother, quickly.

Toodle-oo.

Samantha, didn’t I just hear
Darrin’s voice?

Darrin? No.
He always uses the front door.

That’s funny.
I could have sworn...

That is Tabatha’s voice.
She must be up. I’ll go see.

That’s peculiar. I know
I heard Darrin’s voice,

but, I didn’t hear
Tabatha’s voice.

Oh, Darrin!
What’s going on?

Shh. Your mother and father
think you haven’t come in yet.

Well, if you’re talking
about the way normal people
go in and out, I haven’t.

She also thinks
we’ve had a fight.

We have!

No, I mean a big fight.
Now, what you have to do
is go back outside

and make an entrance to show
your mother everything’s
all right.

I’m not sure that it is.
Is your mother gone?

Yes.

Darrin, please.

How can I go outside
and make an entrance

when my daughter won’t let me
go ten feet away from her?

Darrin, is that you?

Ohh! In the closet.
Quick.

Samantha, I’m sure
I just heard Darrin’s voice.
Isn’t he here?

Here? Oh, Mrs. Stephens,
you must be imagining it.

Samantha, ever since we
arrived, people have been

telling me I’ve been
imagining things.

Now, I know I heard
Darrin’s voice.

Tabatha, look who’s here.
Grandmother Stephens.

Well, what do you
think of her?

Oh, my, she has grown.

Do you remember me,
darling?
(DARRIN SNEEZES)

Daddy.
No, no!
You mustn’t do that.

What did the child do?

Well, uh, she didn’t
finish her nap.

You know how important it is
for children to get
their sleep.

She heard something
in that closet, and so did I.

I’m beginning to feel
like a yo-yo.

A soaking wet yo-yo.

I’ll be right down,
Mrs. Stephens.

Well...
I’ll be there.

Sam, this is ridiculous!

Shh. Oh, I know, sweetheart,
and I’m very sorry.

It’s been a nightmare ever
since your parents arrived.

Well, we’ll be out
of it soon, darling.
You just pop me outside,

and I’ll make an entrance
that’ll make Romeo and Juliet
look like cool acquaintances.

Ooh, you really are drenched.
Better let me zap you
into some dry clothes.

Never mind!
There’s been enough zapping
going on around here today.

I’ll change into something.
All right. But as soon
as you’re ready,

I’ll have to pop you outside.

No! Yeah,
I guess you better.

Okay, hurry up.

Must be like
kissing a minnow.

(DOORBELL RINGS)
Maybe that’s Darrin.

Well, does he usually
ring the bell
of his own door?

(WHISPERS) Oh, Mother,
go away.
I finished early, dear,

So I thought I’d drop by
to see how things were going.

Oh! Oh, you’re
still here, I see.

Endora, I’m awfully glad
you could come back.

Thank you.

Yes, I’m glad
you came back too, Endora.

Because I have something
to say to Samantha
that I want you to hear.

By all means.

I wouldn’t miss this
for the world.

Frank and I think that
Samantha and Darrin are
having difficulties

because you’ve been
intruding too much
on their lives.

Oh? Do you think so
too, Frank?

(SCOFFS)
It doesn’t matter
what he thinks.

I’m speaking for Darrin.

That’s nice, because
he often has difficulty
speaking for himself.

PHYLLIS: You see,
that’s exactly what I mean.

You’re constantly
criticizing my son
to Samantha.

Durwood needs no criticism
from me.

What’s wrong with him
is for the whole world to see.

There is nothing wrong
with my son.

But if Samantha has allowed
you to influence her,

Then I would say
the trouble is with her.

Samantha, dear, this
discussion
is for your benefit.

I really think
you should pay attention.

Sam, where are...
There you are!

Oh, sweetheart!
I missed you!

DARRIN: You look gorgeous.
SAM: Thank you.

Is that a new dress?

No, no, I’ve had it
for months.

Well, you make it
look new! Mom, pop!

It’s good to see you!
Doesn’t she look terrific?

Great. You look fine
too, Darrin.

Thanks, pop. Mom, you look
younger every time I see you!

Endora, sweetheart!

It was so nice of you
to drop in while the folks
are here.

This has all the earmarks
of a put-up job.

You see, everything’s
just fine.

Your mother had some cockeyed
notion that things weren’t

going so well between
you and Sam.

(DARRIN CHUCKLES)
Darrin, are you sure?

I told you it was all
your imagination.

Mrs. Stephens, I have
an excellent idea.

Why don’t you go upstairs
and bring Tabatha down?
I think she’s napped enough.

Uh, Sam...

Oh, I’d love to.

Mother, dear.

Imagining things.
They’re both trying to cover
up. I know what I saw.

Are you sure you know
what you’re doing?

She still doesn’t believe me.
I’m gonna have to
convince her

that you can’t always believe
what you think you see.

Oh.

Would you care to join me in
a little tactical witchcraft?

With pleasure.

Come to grandmother,
sweetie.

I’m having one of my
sick headaches.

There. That
ought to do it.

Shall we join the gentlemen?

Oh, what a shame.
I was having such fun.

I’ll just take the tea
things out, and then
I’ll start dinner.

DARRIN: How about a drink,
pop?
FRANK: Good idea.

DARRIN: Honey?
SAM: I’d love one.

None for me, dear.

Oh, Samantha, Darrin.

I want to apologize to you
both. You were right.

My imagination’s
been playing tricks on me.

But I’m delighted it was me,
instead of a real battle
between you two.

Don’t give it another thought,
Mrs. Stephens.

She must be tired
after her long journey.
Poor dear.

Daddy.

It’s all right, honey!
Daddy’s right here.

Oh, she really loves
her daddy, doesn’t she?

Oh, she certainly does.

Samantha, the dinner
was absolutely delicious.
You’re a marvelous cook.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Stephens.
I’m so glad you liked it.

Endora, I must compliment
you too. I’m sure you taught

Samantha most of what
she knows.

Well, I try, but she
doesn’t like my methods.

(LAUGHS) Oh, Mother!

PHYLLIS: Really. Now, isn’t
that way with children?

But you and I must
swap recipes.

I have one for a perfectly
divine sponge cake.

Uh, Pop, your fork.
You dropped your fork.

Did you s-see that?
What?

That apple. It floated
right over to her.

Oh, Frank, for heaven’s sake.
What a silly thing to say.
Now you’re imagining things.

Yeah, maybe I am.
But I could’ve sworn...

Oh, she just loves apples.