All language subtitles for Bewitched S04E27 Tabithas Cranky Spell_track3_[eng]

Now, Tabatha,
you mustn't be cranky.

I want you to lie down
and go to sleep.

You had no nap this
afternoon and if--

Tabatha!

Oh, Tabatha!

Good evening, dear.

Oh, hi.

Oh, that's very cute.
Ah-ha-ha.

Probably saw some
mortal friend of yours

do that at a cocktail party.

Oh, Samantha, you're
bringing this child up

in the wrong environment.

And speaking of wrong
environment, uh,

where's, uh,
what's-his-name?

Darrin is in Chicago
for the weekend on business.

Splendid. While he's gone,

we can take Tabatha over to that
witch's nursery school in Tibet

where you learned to fly.

SAM [WHISPERING]:
Mother!

What?

You are not helping me one bit
by putting ideas in her head.

Now, there are only
two things that I want:

For Tabatha to go to sleep,

and for you to blow.

Blow!

Oh, Mother.

Tabatha!

[RINGING]

Dear.

Now, listen, young lady,
you just leave that right there.

Now, I mean it.

You be a good gir--

I said, no.

Well, if you can't beat 'em,
join 'em.

[RINGS]

Hello?

LOUISE:
Samantha, darling.

Oh, hello, Louise.

Larry and I
were just talking about you.

We went you to come
to dinner tonight.

Oh, well, that's very sweet
of you, Louise.

And I'd love to come,
but I can't.

I don't have a sitter.

We won't take no
for an answer.

You won't?

We insist.

Surely you can find a babysitter
in the neighborhood.

Well, I daresay there are some
sitters in the neighborhood

but at the risk of sounding like
an over-indulgent mother,

I'm very choosy,

and not just anyone
can sit with Tabatha.

Then you leave
everything to us.

Larry will be there
in 20 minutes.

He'll bring our own babysitter,
my Aunt Harriet.

Your Aunt Harriet?

Is that a crack at my aunt?

No, it's not a crack.
She can't stand any more.

She's already as cracked
as they come.

Not another word,
Samantha.

It's all taken care of.

Larry's on his way.
Bye!

No! Um, hello?

Hello?

Oh!

Mother!

Mother, you come back here
this minute!

Mother!

Ohhhh.

Mother! Mother?

[♪♪]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Hi, Larry.

Hi, Samantha.

I'd like you to meet
Louise's Aunt Harriet.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Fine...I guess.

Been sitting for us

ever since that handsome little
replica of me was born.

Well, you've given me a few
nights off for good behavior.

Oh. Where is it?

Where's what?

Oh, uh, we left it
in the back of the car.

I'll get it.

No, no.
I'll get it.

I don't want you
to touch it.

It might pick up
the wrong vibrations.

What is she talking about?

Her, uh, crystal ball.

Crystal ball?

She's always trying
to contact the next world.

Next world?

Cute, isn't she?

[CAR DOOR SHUTS]

Larry-- Larry, I really think
that I should stay--

Louise would never forgive me
if you back out now.

If you don't come to dinner
tonight, Darrin is fired.

What?

Well, maybe I am being
a bit melodramatic,

but it's a melodramatic
situation.

We're in a tough spot.

Oh?

Oh, there is
an ulterior motive.

Oh?

We invited a client
and his wife to dinner.

A Mr. Baker. We're trying to get
him to modernize his packaging.

Larry, you know
that there isn't anything

I wouldn't do to help you.

Sam, you're not getting
the message.

The plan is for you, Louise
and Mrs. Baker

to gang up on him tonight.

The women's point of view.

Women buy his product and--

Here we are.

I just know I'm going to have
a wonderful time tonight.

I may even contact
Mr. Henderson.

Who?

He's the man I was engaged to
for 20 years.

I refused to marry him
because he drank.

He's in the spirit world now.

Sounds more like he was in
the spirit world before he left.

[LAUGHING]

LARRY:
Well, come on, Sam.

We want to be there
when the Bakers arrive.

Uh, wait a minute, Larry.

I really ought to be here

just in case Darrin calls
long distance.

Don't worry. I'll tell him
to call you at the Tate's.

Oh, where is
your little Tabatha?

Larry and Louise say
she's a darling.

Ah, yes.
Um, well...

She's in the nursery.

It's the door on the left
at the top of the stairs.

She's asleep, I hope.

Okay.
Let's go.

You go ahead
and have a good time.

I know how it is
with young mothers.

Worry, worry, worry.

Ha-ha.
Yes.

Silly, isn't it?

Mr. Baker, I've been buying
your brand of food for years.

Well, naturally.

It's the best in the world.

- Samantha.
- Oh, thanks, Louise.

But, you know, sometimes
I have difficulty

finding it
in the stores.

Oh, I have
the same trouble.

Ah, yes.
Thank you.

It's probably because

the packaging
isn't spectacular enough

to attract the eye
of the discerning housewife.

Edgar, haven't I
always told you

the package should
have a modern look.

Something that would appeal
to today's woman.

My Uncle Willie
designed that package.

New packaging would make your
product sell five times as fast.

Why, putting a new package
on a great old product

would be like putting a--

A miniskirt
on Whistler's mother.

[LAUGHING]

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I think I ought to call home

and make sure
everything's all right.

Oh, relax,
Samantha.

Everything's
all right.

Mr. Henderson,
I know that you're in there.

Horsy, go for a walk.

Mr. Henderson, come forth.

[WIND WHISTLING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Mr. Henderson,
I suddenly feel cold air.

Could that be you?

No. It can't be you.

I'm sure you're in
a much warmer place.

I want my ball.

Is that you?

If you're really here,
knock once.

Ball up.

I've done it!

I've done it.
I knew I could reach you.

I know you're here.

Where are you,
Mr. Henderson?

Mr. Henderson,
where are you?

Horsy, come home.

Mr. Henderson,
what are you trying to tell me?

Reincarnation?

You've come back as a horse!

Mr. Baker, here you have
the opinion of three women,

symbolic of the purchasing power
of this nation, and--

[PHONE RINGS]

Oh, I'll get it.
Excuse me.

Furthermore, Mr. Baker,
consumers' research has proved

- beyond a doubt--
- Hello.

- -that women control--
- Oh, Aunt Harriet.

--the purse strings
of the nation.

What?!

Hello?
Hello?

We were cut off!

Louise's aunt is babysitting
with Tabatha.

She probably woke up
and started to cry.

I'm the only one that can
quiet her, so I'd better go.

The phone
doesn't ring.

Louise, I'm sure that everything
is all right.

I'll just take Sam home
and then we'll come right back.

I'll get my coat.

Excuse me.

She said something about
conjuring up a real live ghost.

A ghost?

There's no such thing as ghosts.

I believe
in ghosts.

What do you think, Louise?

Well, let's just say that
I'm neutral on the subject.

But it's my Aunt Harriet

so perhaps I'd better
go with Samantha.

Would you mind if I went too?

You know, all my life
I've wanted to see a real ghost.

Agnes, how many times
have I told you?

There are no such things
as ghosts.

Seeing is believing.

Agnes, you're being ridiculous.

Come on, Mr. Baker.
Let's humor the girls.

All right.

Where's everybody going?

To your house.
To see the ghost.

I'll get my hat.

What ghost?

Probably the ghost of my
advertising business.

That's how fast
it's dying.

[♪♪]

Come on in,
everyone.

Aunt Harriet.

Shh.

Don't disturb the vibrations.

Vibrations?

I'm trying to get him back.

Get who?

The ghost of Mr. Henderson.

He's here?

The last I saw him, he went
upstairs with his horse.

His horse?

She's your aunt?

Only by marriage.
Only by marriage.

He must still be around.

Oh, isn't this exciting?

Agnes, come back here.

I was sitting right here
on the couch

and suddenly I felt cold air.

How weird.

We have the draftiest
house in town.

I asked the crystal ball
to contact Mr. Henderson

and have him knock on the table,
and he did.

Only by marriage.

I might want an affidavit
on that.

Wai-- Wait a minute.
I know what happened.

You fell asleep
and dreamed all this.

Don't be ridiculous.

If anyone has insomnia,
it's me.

I haven't slept a wink
in years.

[YAWNS]

She's sound asleep.

She came here to catch up.

All this commotion
over nothing, huh?

It was only a dream.

Let's all have a drink.

I'm way ahead of you, Tate.

I'll catch up.

Milk.

Well, now we can get back
to business, Mr. Baker.

He's in the kitchen.

Who?

The ghost.

Don't start
that all over again.

The whole thing
was a dream.

Aunt Harriet,
wake up.

AGNES: I tell you, the ghost
is in the kitchen.

I just saw him pour himself
a glass of milk.

Milk!

That certainly doesn't sound
like Mr. Henderson.

Unless he's developed an ulcer.

You conjured up a real ghost.

Let's have a seance.

Right now.

- Agnes.
- Louise.

Edgar, I've always told you

Uncle Willie would have
stayed up with the times.

Aunt Harriet, do you think
you could conjure up

my husband's Uncle Willie?

Why not?

I'm hot tonight!

Ooh, if we could only get him
to talk to us.

So that's what this whole thing
has been leading up to.

You can't change me so you try
to change Uncle Willie

by rigging this whole
phony routine.

Bu-bu-bu-but--

But-- Mr. Baker--

My apologies, Mrs. Stephens,
Mrs. Tate.

Come on, Agnes,
we're leaving.

And your advertising agency
no longer handles my account.

AGNES:
You can't do this.

She's a genuine clairvoyant.

Besides, she--

Edgar, please let me stay
with my ghost.

I think we should be going home,
Aunt Harriet.

LOUISE: Never mind your crystal
ball. We'll pick it up later.

HARRIET: But I did see the
rocking horse

floating through the room,

and I know that I'm right.
And I don't want to leave

- my crystal ball.
- Larry...

We'll get it later, dear.

Larry, please don't be
too hard on Aunt Harriet.

All those things
that she said she saw,

well, they were just part
of a dream.

Or maybe part
of a vivid imagination.

I'm the one who has
a vivid imagination.

I can see $500,000
flying out the window.

Samantha?

Yes?

Nothing.

Sam, if you love Darrin, get him
out of the advertising business

while there's still time.

[SIGHS]

And with that, I proceeded to
break the bank at Monte Carlo.

You're not listening
to me, Samantha.

I said, I broke the bank
at Monte Carlo.

Oh, it's all right.

We don't have any money
in that bank.

After last night,
we may end up

without any money
in our own bank.

What is that silly thing?

Crystal ball.

Oh, you're kidding.

All right.

It's a cuff link
for the Jolly Green Giant.

Well, that makes
more sense.

And it just might be
the solution to my problem.

If I knew what
Uncle Willie looked like,

I could become him

and talk Mr. Baker
into changing his plans.

Come right in here, Samantha.

My dear, I'm so thrilled
that you're doing this for me,

especially after the way
my husband behaved last night.

Oh, don't be silly.

I wanted to help you
contact Uncle Willie.

Is the coast clear?

Oh, yes.

Mr. Baker's
in his study.

Is that Uncle Willie?

Oh, no.

I don't know who he is.

He's someone my husband
got at an auction.

Uncle Willie's over there.

And I just can't wait
to get started.

Well, first you have to
concentrate on Uncle Willie.

Uh, then, most important,
you have to believe.

That's why I brought
Aunt Harriet's crystal ball,

You know it works.

Oh, yes.

I saw that ghost pour himself
a glass of milk

with my own eyes.

Do you think I can
reach Uncle Willie?

Oh, positive.

Now, all you have to do
is put your hands like this,

gaze into the crystal ball,
and concentrate on Uncle Willie.

Well, shouldn't
I say something?

Oh.

Well, yes.

Yes, it might help if you said
something like, uh...

"Uncle Willie,
come forth."

Uncle Willie, come forth.

Uncle Willie,
come forth.

It kind of gives me
goose pimples.

Uh, maybe it would
help you concentrate

if I stepped out
to the patio.

All right.

Uncle Willie, come forth.

Who are you?

I'm Uncle Willie.

Sorry.

Oh, you must forgive me
for being startled,

but, uh, it isn't every day
that I meet a ghost.

Well, that makes us even.

It isn't every day
I meet a witch.

How do you know
I'm a witch?

Oh, in my circle,
word gets around.

Did Mrs. Baker
conjure you up?

Of course not.

I've been haunting
this house for 45 years.

Shaking my chain.

Moaning myself hoarse.

Ohhhhh!

But they can't hear me, because
they don't really believe.

Uncle Willie, come forth.

Why have you been trying
to haunt them?

Why?

Because that blockhead nephew
of mine is ruining my business.

I gave my whole life
to that business,

and I want it run
the way it ought to be run.

And with a little assistance
from your witchcraft,

I can do it.

Now first, turn yourself
back into me.

Oh.
All right.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Hmm. I look a lot worse
than I thought.

Anyway, let me tell you
a couple of things

that will convince my nephew.

Uncle Willie, please come forth.

Uncle Willie, please,
I want you to come forth.

Uncle Willie.

Agnes! Are you
out of your mind?

You know I've forbidden this
kind of hocus-pocus around here.

If I've told you once,
I've told you a million times.

There are no such things
as ghosts.

[SCREAMS]

Who are you?

Who do I look like?

You're an actor.

That Larry Tate, he put you
up to this, didn't he?

You're no ghost.

[LAUGHING]

What--? What--?
What kind of trick was that?

How'd you do it?

[LAUGHING]

Here I am, over here.

I don't believe it,

but I sure would like to know
how you do it.

Maybe you'll be convinced
that I'm Uncle Willie

when I remind you of the time
when I caught you putting a frog

in your Aunt Millie's bed.

And I whaled the tar
out of you.

Uncle Willie?

Only you and I
would know about that.

And the time when I caught you
putting molasses

in your sister's shoes.

You are Uncle Willie.

When you say Uncle Willie,
get down on your knees.

Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.

[LAUGHING]

What do you want,
Uncle Willie?

Your very last words
to me were,

"Don't tamper
with the business."

An-- And I didn't.

Now you listen to me,
you blockhead.

When I told you not to tamper
with the business,

how did I know what progress
there'd be in 50 years?

Haven't you the gumption to
keep up with your competition?

Now, get on that phone,
call Larry Tate.

Tell him to throw out
our old trademark

and come up with something new.
Now, hop to it.

Oh, no, I can't do that,
Uncle Willie.

After what I said to him,
it would offend my dignity.

Very well.

When Agnes comes
out of her faint,

I'll mention a certain blonde
stenographer who--

No. No. No!
I'm dialing.

I'm calling.

I'm dialing, Uncle Willie.

I'm dialing. See?
Look, I'm dialing.

Hello, Tate?

This is Baker.
Yes.

Uh, I'd like to talk to you
in the morning

about getting a new packaging
concept for our product.

Yeah, I--

I don't care what
Uncle Willie wanted.

I'm running this business
my way,

and I believe in progress.

Now, hop to it, Tate.

I want to see some ideas
first thing in the morning.

Right.

[LAUGHING]

Young lady,
I could kiss you.

Oh, Uncle Willie!

[LAUGHING]

[♪♪]

Mmm. This pie is absolutely
delicious, Samantha.

Oh, thanks, Louise.

I made an extra one
for your Aunt Harriet.

I thought you could take it
to her on your way home.

Oh, great idea.

Anything to keep her from
talking to that crystal ball.

Larry.

Louise, would you like
some more coffee?

No, thank you.
I'm fine.

Thanks, Sam.

I thought we agreed
not to discuss that again?

We did not agree.

You simply told me
what you'd do to me if I did.

But I don't intimidate
that easily.

As Mr. Baker well knows.

Mr. Baker?

Yes, I finally
straightened him out.

You got the account back?

Well, there are times
when a man in my position

has to use
his power and authority.

Mere tact and diplomacy
is not enough.

One must meet
a situation head-on.

Oh?

I really laid down
the law to him.

For his own good.

Ah, Larry, that was very
considerate of you.

I told him,
"Forget Uncle Willie."

From now on,
he's to listen to me.

I'm an authority.

From now on,
I'm his Uncle Willie.

And it worked?

He was putty in my hands.

Oh, Larry, I'm proud of you.

I always thought that if you got
Mr. Baker to change his mind,

he was the kind of man
that would make it seem

like his idea.

[LAUGHING]

You know, like, um,
"Hello, Tate. This is Baker.

"I wanna discuss a new packaging
concept for our product.

"I don't care what
Uncle Willie wants.

"I'm running the business
my way,

"and I believe in progress.
Hop to it, Tate.

"I wanna see those ideas
on my desk tomorrow morning."

Oh, that was wonderful,
Samantha.

Wasn't she cute, Larry?

Larry?

[CHUCKLES WEAKLY]

Yeah.

[CHUCKLES WEAKLY]

[♪♪]