All language subtitles for Bewitched S04E26 Playmates_track3_[eng]

Sweetheart, stand still
so I can button your dress.

I want to wear
blue jeans.

Tomorrow.

Today you are wearing
a very nice dress

because we are
going to have

very nice company,

Grandma Stephens.

Grandma Endora too?

No sweetheart,
just Grandma Stephens.

And, uh,
Tabatha,

I want you
to remember

that Grandma Stephens
and Grandma Endora

are two entirely
different grandmas.

You understand?

With Grandma Endora
I have fun.

Well, you have fun
with Grandma Stephens too.

Only in
a different way.

Because we can't let
Grandma Stephens know

that you're a--

That you and I are--

That you and I
and Grandma Endora are--

And that
Daddy isn't.

Do you know
what I mean?

No.

I didn't think so.

So stay close to Mommy,
and we'll hope for the best.

Tabatha,

did you leave your shoes
downstairs again?

Then be a good girl,
and get them.

Tabatha, that is not how good
little girls get their shoes.

Sometimes I have
the feeling

you don't
get my message.

[♪♪]

"The sheep and the lambs
are in the meadow,

and the little colt
stays near his mother."

Oh, look at
his long legs.

Isn't he cute?

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Here she is.

Be sure and give her
a big kiss.

Oh, Mother Stephens,

Mwah.

I can't tell you

how delighted
I am to see you.

The same to you,
my dear.

And how is my son,
your husband?

Handsome as ever,

and hard at work
to support his family.

Hello,
Grandma Stephens.

Well, sweetheart!

My what a
nice welcome.

Did you coach her?

Oh, Mother Stephens,
what a thing to say.

Tabatha, my sweet,

I have a little
present for you.

Oh, thank you.

Bunny hop?

No.

No, sweetheart,
the bunny doesn't hop.

The bunny is a toy bunny.

Can I make this bunny
my baby brother?

Yes, sweetheart.

So long as you
only pretend.

Okay.

How else could
she do it?

How else could
she do what?

How else could she make

a bunny her baby brother,
without pretending?

Oh, well, she couldn't.

It's just that she has
such a vivid imagination

I have to keep
reminding her.

I see.

May we sit down?

Oh, let's.

Samantha,

when Tabatha
was born

I made it
a strict rule

that I would
never interfere

with how you and Darrin
chose to raise her.

I know,
and we appreciate it.

However, rules are made
to be broken.

So I hope you
won't be offended

when I tell you I think
you're making a big mistake.

What's my big mistake?

Samantha,

you are an
over-protective mother.

You don't expose your daughter
to other children.

She has
no playmates.

That's why she wants to make a
stuffed rabbit her baby brother.

The child is desperately
in need of companionship.

Mother Stephens, I understand
what you're trying to say, but--

Would you consider her too good
for other children?

No.

We consider her...

We consider her...

Can I get you
a cup of coffee?

Samantha, dear,
you're stalling.

Why don't you just admit
I'm right?

Okay.

You're right.

I'll make a mental note
to expose Tabatha

to other children.

Fine.

You can start with
Michael Millhowser.

Who's Michael Millhowser?

He is the five-year-old son of
Stanley and Gretchen Millhowser.

Gretchen is
the daughter

of one of my dearest
and oldest friends.

She and her family just
moved here from Chicago,

and they don't
know a soul.

Well, we must
invite them over.

When?

Next week?

Oh, I'm sure
they'd love it.

But in
the meantime,

Gretchen has invited you
and Tabatha to their house.

She has?

In 15 minutes.

I took the liberty
of accepting for you.

Oh.

But, uh, Mother Stephens,
we were looking forward

to spending the morning
with you.

Oh!

I'm going with you.

I haven't seen Michael
since he was a baby.

Uh...

Mother Stephens...

Yes, dear?

I'll go get
Michael's playmate.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Hello, Gretchen, dear,
how are you?

Aunt Phyllis,
good to see you.

Gretchen Millhowser,

this is my daughter-in-law,
Samantha,

and my granddaughter,
Tabatha.

Pleased to
meet you.

How do you do?

Oh, come in.

Just step over
the toys.

I believe in a lived-in
atmosphere for children.

It gives them
a sense of belonging.

Tabatha,

my son, Michael,
is very anxious to meet you.

Michael, darling,
come here.

Vroom!

Well, I don't
believe it.

Look how big
he is.

Michael,
I want you to--

Vroom!

He's busy playing
dive-bomber.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, I have an appointment
at the beauty shop.

I'll leave you two younger
generations alone

so you can
get acquainted.

I'll let
myself out.

PHYLLIS:
Bye-bye.

Vroom!

Oop!

[SIGHS]

In due time,

Michael will learn to put
his things away himself,

but I don't want
to force him.

I want him to do it out of
his own sense of pride.

Oh, yes.

Michael,

don't you want to come over
and meet two beautiful ladies?

No.

He's a little shy
about extra-familial contacts.

Uh, what about his contacts
with the wall?

After we get settled,
we're repainting.

Michael, would you like to
take our company outside

and show them your play yard?

No!

He's releasing the hostility

caused by being uprooted
to a new environment.

Oh.

We'll go to the play yard
without him,

and he'll follow us from a need
for group identification.

Really?

Oh.

Wow!

Uh, how many--?

How many children
do you have?

Just one,

but an active one.

Well, I've never seen
anything like it.

You have enough equipment
to open a nursery school.

My husband and I believe
in physical exercise

as a means of
sublimating anxiety.

Go ahead, Tabatha, play
with anything you like.

Um, where do you and your
husband entertain your friends?

You mean when we have barbecues,
and things like that?

Yes.

We have a little area
outside the service porch.

All we have to do is move
the garbage cans.

Oh.

MICHAEL:
Get off!

Michael, dearest,
there are two other swings.

I want
this one.

Oh, it's
his favorite.

Well, that's
all right.

Come on,
Tabatha.

Come on.

You can swing
on this one.

There now,
Michael.

Now you have
your swing.

I don't
want it.

[GROANS]

Do you have
other children?

No, not yet.

Oh.

Do you feel, uh...

an only child
has greater difficulty

in resolving
the Oedipus conflict?

Well, uh, I'm not sure.

I guess I haven't
given it much thought.

But I feel an only child makes
it easier on the grocery bill.

[CHUCKLES]

Look!

They're both
in the same sandbox.

Is that good or bad?

It depends on how they orient
their behavior patterns.

Let's leave them
on their own.

Mrs. Stephens,

we really should leave them
on their own.

[LAUGHS]

Good.

How do you do that?

[GIGGLES]

Your mother must be pleased
to have you living near her.

I think so.

And of course
she's thrilled

to be able
to see more of Michael.

I can imagine.

Even though he's a bit
of a challenge.

Yes, I sensed that.

Stop that.

Make me.

Help!

Mom!

That's Michael's
frustration scream.

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!

Get me
out of here!

Tabatha!

What happened?

She locked me in a cage
and took away my wagon.

There's an example
of the imagination

of a child with
a free spirit.

Fantastic.

Tabatha,

give Michael
back his wagon.

I'm terribly
sorry.

Forget it.

Let's finish
our coffee.

Tabatha hasn't learned
to share, has she?

I don't
like you.

I wish I was
a doggy.

Why?

So I could bite you
to pieces.

Ruff!

I wish I was a doggy.

I wish so too.

[BARKING]

What's that noise?

I guess they're playing
with your dog.

We don't
have a dog.

Tabatha.

Tabatha,
where's Michael?

Oh, Tabatha,
you didn't?

You couldn't.

You did?

Oh!

Michael.

Where did that come from?

Oh, it's probably a stray.

And where's Michael?

Oh, he's probably hiding.

Michael!

Michael,
where are you?

Michael!

Come out, come out
wherever you are.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

He went around in front.

I'm coming, dear.

I'm coming.

Oh!

Oh, Tabatha,
I'm ashamed of you.

Hi, Gretchen.

There was some mix-up
in appointments.

They had me down
for tomorrow,

so I thought I'd come back
and see how things were going.

Where did that dog
come from?

I have no idea.

But I wish
he'd go away.

Get away. Get--

- [BARKS]
- [SCREAMS]

Did you
see that?

He tried
to bite me.

I've got a good mind
to call the dog pound

and have him
taken away.

Oh, I-I wouldn't
do that.

Th-the dog is probably
just suffering

from a disorientation trauma

compounded by
a fear of rejection.

How do you
know that?

Well, wh-when you think of it,

how much different
is a dog from a child?

Tabatha,

that was a very
naughty thing to do.

Wishing Michael
into a bulldog.

It was an accent.

An accent?

Oh!

[LAUGHS]

You mean an accident.

How was it an accident?

He wished he was a doggy.

I wished so too.

Tabatha,

when are you
going to learn

that just because you
wish something were so

that you mustn't witchcraft
it to happen.

You see, what I mean is,
you must control--

Michael!

Michael Millhowser.

If you find him,
you tell Gretchen immediately.

She's searching the house
from top to bottom.

And that stupid bulldog
is following her.

Tabatha,
come on, get down.

Come on.

Now, listen.

We have to change
Michael back.

I suppose I should say you
have to change him back

because it's
your spell.

Should I close my eyes
and wish?

Yes.

And wish
as hard as you can.

Are you wishing
as hard as you can?

Yes.

Oh, well...

relax, sweetheart.

I guess you're too young
to do it

unless the victim's right
here with you.

GRETCHEN: He just doesn't seem
to be anywhere around.

[WHISPERS]
But you mustn't do it

in front of Mrs. Millhowser
or Grandma Stephens.

Any luck?

No.

He's a good hider.

I wish
he'd come back,

but I'm gratified that
when he does something,

he does it well.

[WHINES]

Ew!

I'm sure he's around
somewhere.

[BARKS]

Look at that.

It's as if he's trying
to tell you something.

I don't want to
listen to him,

I want to listen
to my baby.

[CLEARS THROAT]

MICHAEL: Come and get me,
I'm out front!

Come on.

Come on,
Michael.

Come on.

Now, Tabatha,

what Mommy did
was ventriloquism,

uh, with a dash
of witchcraft.

I want you to hurry up
and wish Michael back into a--

Oh, hold it.
Hold it.

"Hold it"?

Yes.

Sh-she was going to play
a game with the doggy,

but now that
you're here

she'd much rather
play with you.

That's sweet.

I wonder if he could have
run away from home.

You're right!

I'll go see if he has
an identification tag.

Oh, Samantha,
come back.

I was talking
about Michael.

[BARKS]

Oh!

Michael.

Michael,
you come back here.

Michael?

Michael,
come here.

[GROWLS]

Oh!

Michael.

Michael, come on.

Be a good boy,
uh, dog.

Come on, Michael.

[WHINES]

Enough is enough.

Whew!

All right,
come on.

All right,
Tabatha.

Come on.

Now you wish Michael
back into a little boy.

And don't fool around.

Close your eyes.

We've looked all over,
and we just--

Michael.

He was hiding
out back.

My son,

my darling,

my sweetheart,
my angel.

Oh, Michael,

I know you didn't do it
on purpose,

but you made Mommy
very worried.

Where were you?

Please,
I can handle this.

Michael, dear,
where were you?

I was a doggy.

Michael,
as you well know,

Daddy and I encourage
childhood fantasies

as beneficial to
psychogenic development,

but this is going
just a little bit too far.

As your mother,
I ask you again,

where were you?

I was a doggy.

He's a stubborn little...
boy, isn't he?

Samantha,
what do you think?

About what?

About a child

who compulsively
insists on fibbing.

Oh. That.

Well, um, I think that
in this case

I'd make an allowance.

Uh, you see,

that stray bulldog

may have frightened Michael
into a trauma.

Of what specific nature?

Well, uh,

that's hard to say.

A psychogenic trauma?

You may be right.

However, there's also
a possibility

that I may have committed
a tactical error.

Of what specific nature?

Of being too permissive.

Of letting a five-year-old boy
run my life

instead of my running his.

Well, there is a group that
advocates the use of discipline.

And I belong to it.

Do you?

Oh, yes, I do.

I believe that children want
a certain amount of discipline.

To have limits on
what they can get away with.

Because having to be
a free spirit 24 hours a day

can be pretty exhausting.

And pretty confusing.

Amen.

That just might
have some validity.

You know what?

I'm going to
take a whack at it.

Michael,

go clear all your junk
out of the living room.

Then I'll give you and Tabatha
some milk and cookies.

I don't want
any milk.

I don't want
any cookies.

And I want her
to go home.

[SMACK]

I'll give you and Tabatha
some milk and cookies,

and you will finish
your milk to the last drop.

Is that clear?

Yes, ma'am.

All right, Michael,
move out.

Yes, ma'am.

How did
that sound?

Fine.

How did it feel?

It felt
sensational!

I'll get the milk
and cookies.

Samantha.

Yes, Mother Stephens?

What happened
to the bulldog?

I think he finally heard
his master's voice.

All right, sweetheart,

you and your new bunny
have a nice nap.

Okay?

Bunny hop.

I'll bet after playing
with Michael all afternoon,

Tabatha will have
a nice long nap.

I bet she will too.

Aren't you glad
I talked you into going?

Very.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Oh, nothing.

And you and your daughter have
each made a nice new friend.

Yes, we have.

So aren't you glad
I talked you into going?

Very.

Well, uh, goodbye,
Mother Stephens.

We'll see you soon.

Goodbye, dear.

Oh, Samantha?

Yes?

Give my son
my love.

I will.

I promise.

Oh, Tabatha,

one of these days

you are going to make
your mother a nervous wreck.

Ooh!

[♪♪]