All language subtitles for The Golden Girls 03-15

Hi, Sophia.
Whatcha cooking?

- Lasagne, for a guy at the centre.
- Oh, is he cute?

Cute? He's 84, doesn't have a hair
on his head or a real tooth in his mouth

and his body's covered with liver spots.

To answer your question, he's adorable.

Look at the great costume I got
for the masquerade ball.

I can't decide whether to be
the front end or the rear end.

I'm in a romantic mood. I'm gonna let
that golden opportunity pass right by.

- Hi, Dorothy.
- Hello.

I got our costume for the masquerade ball
at the counselling centre.

- Is it time for that again?
- L�s the biggest social event of the season.

- Dorothy, i�ll be fun.
- It will not be fun.

There is no fun in my life. Have you ever
felt like you're stuck in a rut?

Going through the motions
with no joy or pleasure or excitement?

Sure. That was my sex life
with your father.

Ma, my job is routine. I have virtually
no social life and nothing interests me.

My life has just become dull and boring.

Where's that sense of fun?
That light-hearted laughter?

- That devil-may-care attitude?
- When was Dorothy ever like that?

Never. I've been asking her
these questions since she was 12.

You can't help it if you're dull and boring.

God did that to give the world some variety.

Otherwise, everybody'd be just like me.

And there wouldn't be enough sailors
to go around.

Your life doesn't have to be dull.
L�s up to you to make it interesting.

- I know. You're right.
- So get off your duff and do something.

There's a lecture at the school tonight.

Barbara Thorndyke is going to speak.
Maybe I'll go to that.

- Who's Barbara Thorndyke?
- A local novelist

whose stories are all set in Florida.

Wait a second. Barbara Thorndyke. Didn't
she write Evil Windoww over Pensacola?

- You know it?
- No, but I go to bed with it every night.

- Wha�s it about?
- How the hell should I know?

My mattress frame lost a caster.
I use it to keep the bed level.

- Hi, Dorothy.
- Hi, Blanche.

- Are we expecting company?
- Yep. Barbara Thorndyke.

I introduced myself after the lecture.
We had coffee and talked for hours.

- Really? Wha�d you talk about?
- Art, literature, world events, life.

I haven't had that stimulating
a conversation in years.

If you're saying you can't get stimulating
conversation in this house, I beg to differ.

I can't believe it.

It says here that since Michael Jackson
can't buy the Elephant Man,

he's now put in a bid
for the remains of the Big Bopper.

Rose, you can't believe everything
you read in that rag.

It caters to people
of the lowest intelligence.

Then why do you buy it?

Because i�s the only newspaper
Elvis will talk to from beyond the grave.

- I'm sorry. Where was I?
- L�s not important.

Le�s put this away
so that Barbara Thorndyke won't see it.

Barbara Thorndyke is coming here?
Wow, I've never met a real author before.

I have. I once stood in line
two hours at a bookstore

for Arnold Schwarzenegger's autograph.

When I think of
great literary figures of our time,

i�s usually Faulkner, Fitzgerald

- and Schwarzenegger
- Schwarzenegger, yeah.

- Did he sign your book?
- Yes, after he refused to sign my thigh.

He was probably intimidated
to see a thigh bigger than his.

- Hi, Ma.
- Anybody want a lasagne?

I thought you made that
for your gentleman friend.

He didn't want it.
He said he had lunch already.

So I offered to go to his place tonight
and warm it up for supper. He said no.

The key is to make a man think
you're not interested in him.

Offering to make him dinner
made you look too easy.

Please. Black underwear and pasties
couldn't make me look easy.

- Barbara, please come in. Come in.
- Hello.

These are my friends.
Tha�s Blanche Devereaux, Rose Nylund.

- Pleasure to meet you.
- Sit down.

Barbara, Dorothy tells us you're an author.

No, I'm just a writer.
Malamu�s an author.

I thought malamuds were chocolate
cookies with marshmallow in the middle.

Those are Mallomars, Rose.

Dorothy, I want you to have
a copy of my latest novel.

- Scarlet Dawwn at Boca Raton.
- Read the inscription.

"To Dorothy Zbornak,
a new and fascinating friend."

Thank you so much.
I'm really touched.

Why don't I get the coffee and let
the three of you get to know each other.

That is such a stunning brooch.
Wherever did you get it?

I was in Morocco working on a novel -

not to mention
a dashing young Moroccan -

when I had a severe attack of writers' block.

My head was devoid
of all ideas and thoughts.

That happens to me a lot.

- Do you write?
- No!

Why do you ask?

Go on, Barbara.

I went for a walk in a crowded marketplace.
A man came up behind me,

put something in my hand and said,
"This is what you need."

That happened to me once
in the produce section at the A&P.

The man gave me the brooch and since
then I've never had any problem writing.

This is my muse, my artistic inspiration,
the embodiment of my creativity.

And you know wha�s even better?
It goes with anything.

It might be a little tricky with plaid.
I'd be very careful if I were you.

- I think you missed the point of my story.
- Oh, really? Run it by us again.

I think not.

So, do you bowl?

I beg your pardon?

- How's it going?
- I've just had

the most delightful conversation
with Rose and Madge.

- Tha�s Blanche.
- Oh, of course.

I just remembered a previous engagement.
I really have to go.

Oh, tha�s too bad.
At least let me walk you to your car.

- What do you think?
- Something about her I don't like.

- Me, too.
- I find her hard to talk to.

Me, too.

- She thinks I'm dumb.
- Me, too.

Have you decided who you'll be
at the masquerade ball?

I'm going as Eve, from the Garden of Eden.

All I'll need
is a few strategically placed leaves.

- What about a snake?
- I have a snake.

I'm going with Frank Quindlen.
He's a whiplash attorney.

Hi. Rose and I are going to the movies.
You wanna go?

I can't tonight. Barbara is taking me
to the experimental theatre downtown.

Somebody dragged me
to a show there one time.

Three men paraded
around the stage for five hours

talking about God
and eating graham crackers.

They wore masks to cover their faces
but other than that they were naked.

You stayed through the whole evening?

I woul�ve left but one of the actors
looked so familiar to me.

But it was hard to tell
since he had such a small part.

Why don't you come with us?
You'll have a lot more fun.

Besides, that Barbara is so snooty.

How can you say that?
You hardly know her.

Why doesn't she include us
in the plans she makes with you?

Because you have different interests.
Is it too much to ask of my best friends

that they respect my right to have different
interests and different people in my life?

- I guess not.
- Thank you.

And I promise we'll do something together
real soon, OK?

Maybe she's right.
We didn't give Barbara much of a chance.

- First impressions can be wrong.
- You're right.

I remember when I was a little girl
back in St Olaf...

There was this old lady
who lived up the street.

She never smiled.
I mean, she always looked angry.

The kids said she'd kill anyone
who even stepped on her property.

We used to call her
"Mean Old Lady Hickenlooper".

Yeah, kids can be pretty cruel.

No, that was her name.
Mean Old Lady Hickenlooper.

She had it changed legally
cos everybody called her that anyway.

Then how come your name
isn't Big Dummy?

There were already three other people
in town with that name.

But tha�s beside the point.
One day, I got up the courage

to go up to Mean Old Lady Hickenlooper
and ask her why she always frowned.

Well, she had been born
with no smiling muscles.

I pointed out that a frown
is just a smile turned upside down.

So from then on, whenever I'd go by,
she'd stand on her head and wave.

That is one of the stupidest stories
I've ever heard...

which proves
my first impression of you was right.

Blanche, I have an idea.

Why don't we invite Barbara Thorndyke
for dinner and give her another chance?

Sure, if it makes Dorothy happy.
Come on, le�s go to the movies.

What was your first impression of me?

I thought you wore too much makeup
and were a slut.

I was wrong.
You don't wear too much makeup.

And so Dorothy Parker
turned to Alexander Woollcott and said,

"If you laid all the women in this room
end to end, I wouldn't be a bit surprised."

Very clever.

Very, very clever.

I can't remember
hearing anything more clever.

Unless it was last week on Alf
when the cat next door...

I'll go get the after-dinner drinks.

Barbara, I picked up
your first novel the other day.

Ah, yes.
So Dark the Waves on Biscayne Bay.

- I've grown so much as a writer since then.
- I should hope so.

Blanche!

L�s all right. Did you
have a problem with my book, dear?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.
All those waves.

Big waves, little waves,
dark waves rolling in.

Page after page. I had to take
a Dramamine to get through chapter three.

The waves are a metaphor.
You see, a metaphor...

I know what a metaphor is, dear.
I'm not a dummy.

Blanche, wha�s a metaphor?

L�s when you use a phrase
to mean something else.

Like when I say, "Men are blinded
by my beauty," they're not really blinded.

They get their sight back in a day or two.

- Barbara, this is my mother, Sophia.
- Ah! Sophia.

Your daughter's one of the most
beautiful people I've ever met.

Boy, you writers
never stop using your imagination.

Well, goodbye.

- Where are you going?
- L�s Saturday night.

I'm all dressed up.
There's a car honking for me.

Think, Dorothy.
Remember something called a date?

Well, I think I'd better be going too.

But i�s still so early. I thought we could
all have a game of Oogle and Floogle.

- I don't believe I've ever heard of that.
- We used to play it back in St Olaf.

L�s an adult version of hide-and-go-seek.

And how does it differ from
the children's version?

Adults play it.

Of course. I should have known.
I think I'll take a rain check.

It was so nice of you to come by.

I have an extra ticket
for the writers' symposium on Friday.

- Would you like to come?
- I'd love to. Thank you.

- Anything for a friend. Ciao.
- Ciao.

- And goodbye to you too, Barbara.
- Dorothy!

The masquerade ball is Friday night.
You know how much it means to me.

I'm counting on you
to be the rear end of my horse.

Rose, sweetheart,

this Friday I can choose between
rubbing elbows with Norman Mailer

or doing the Hokey Pokey in a horse
costume with your behind in my face.

Well, which is it gonna be?

Would you pass me the Tuffy?

- With pleasure.
- Thank you, Rose.

You're more than welcome. You can
always count on me to hand you the Tuffy.

I know! Tha�s why I always ask you.

I think I saw Jack and Janet
give Chrissy this treatment

on an episode of Three's Company.

Oh, at last, a reference from Dorothy
that even we illiterates can understand.

I guess her well of knowledge has run dry.

Tha�s a metaphor, Dorothy.

Why is it so important
that I go to this masquerade ball?

L�s so important to Rose.
Just look at her. She's crushed.

Torn up, devastated by your
shocking insensitivity to her feelings.

- I don't feel that bad.
- Shut up, Rose.

Look, I never said I was going.

Since when do we say we're going?
We've gone for the past five years.

- Sure, we may hate it, but we always go.
- You never told me you hated it.

I'm a good friend. A good friend
would never say anything like that.

I appreciate that, Blanche.

Why don't you admit i�s all because
you don't like Barbara?

I don't like Barbara.
I think she's a phony.

This from a woman who tells her dates

that she was Angie Dickinson's
body double in Dressed to Kill.

- Tha�s just a little white lie.
- Then why is it on your job r�sum�?

Blanche is right, Dorothy.
Barbara is not very nice.

She looks down on everybody except you
because you look up to her.

- Now that is ridiculous.
- You don't notice

how she uses her intelligence
to make everybody else look stupid.

Like tonight at supper, when she asked us
to pass the salt in Latin.

I think she cares more about words
than she does about people.

You have a right to your own friends,
but sometimes it takes a good friend

to point out your mistakes.
I think you're making one with Barbara.

How dare you make judgments like that

and how dare you tell me
who my friends should be.

- Barbara, this place is incredible.
- Yes.

L�s the hangout
for Miami's literary intelligentsia.

Thank you.

I've never seen a menu
with a table of contents before.

Skip ahead to chapter five.
L�s the lunch menu.

Oh, gee, everything sounds so good.
The Crepes of Wrath.

The Old Man and the Seafood Salad.

I think I will have the
For Whom the Stuffed Bell Pepper Tolls.

I'll have a turkey sandwich on
Catcher in the Rye bread

with a side order of George Bernard slaw.

You know, Barbara,
I've really come to value our friendship.

Tha�s why I feel I can talk to you
about something tha�s bothering me.

Feel free. I know if I had a problem,
I'd want to confide in someone like me.

Well, ever since we became friends,

there's been great tension
between Blanche and Rose and me.

I didn't mean to infringe on your friendship.

No, no, i�s not your fault.

The problem is they feel left out of our
friendship and I don't know what to do.

Face it, Dorothy -
Blanche and Rose are limited.

Well, I admit I get tired of
hearing about Blanche's dates

and Rose's relatives back in St Olaf,
but they are very good friends.

If you like them,
I must have overlooked something.

I have an idea. Why don't I invite
everybody and their dates

- for dinner at the Mortimer Club.
- The Mortimer Club?

Barbara,
that is the most exclusive club in town.

- Here we are.
- I didn't order the French fries.

Right, you get the Edgar Allen Poe-tatoes,
and the ice water cometh.

You know, a little of that
goes a very long way.

I have second thoughts about
spending another evening with Barbara.

It won't hurt to give her another chance.
We're going to the Mortimer Club!

Wha�s the big deal
about the Mortimer Club?

The wealthiest men in Florida go there.

L�s my experience
that wealthy men make the best lovers.

- Is that true?
- No, but if you tell them that,

sometimes they'll take you to the mall and
let you use their credit card for 45 minutes.

I hope you don't mind.
I borrowed your rhinestone necklace.

No, but I think I should point out
it was designed for a dainty neck.

Yes, Blanche, but I don't know Mike Tyson
well enough to borrow his jewellery.

- Hello, Madge.
- Tha�s Blanche.

Oh, didn't I say that?

This is my date, Norman. He's a student
in my creative writing course.

I didn't know you taught high school.

Norman and I are the same age,
spiritually.

Hey, listen, if you can get him to buy that,
more power to you.

- Hello there, Barbara.
- Hi, Dorothy, Rose.

I certainly hope tonight will help us
forget what happened the other night.

I already forgot
what happened the other night.

But then again, I'm 82 years old.

This morning I forgot
my ca�s been dead for 20 years.

Which makes me wonder,
who's using the kitty litter?

Hello, come in.

Oh, Murray. What a snazzy tux.
I better not let you of my sight tonight.

Tha�s my daughter,
and these are her friends.

Everybody,
I'd like you to meet Murray Guttman.

- How do you do, Murray?
- Murray. Such a pleasure to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

Dorothy, could I see you
in the kitchen for a second?

- We have a little problem.
- We do?

Yes. Murray Guttman.

Oh. Maybe we can get him
to turn his jacket inside out.

I'm sure the lining isn't as loud.

- His tuxedo has nothing to do with it.
- I don't understand.

He can't come to the club.

- Why not?
- "Guttman."

- Yeah, what are you talking about?
- Guttman. He's Jewish, isn't he?

I don't know.
What difference does it make?

Big difference!
The Mortimer Club is restricted.

Why are you a member of a club like that?

Because they serve a great breakfast
and the parking is free.

- L�s their policy, not mine.
- But you tolerate it.

Dorothy, I tolerate a lot of things.

For instance, I'm tolerating this evening
with Rose and Blanche

because of my friendship with you.

I can't believe I'm hearing this.

Le�s not make a big thing out of this.

We can't go to the Mortimer Club.
We'll go to another restaurant.

Boy, did I misjudge you.
You know, Blanche and Rose were right.

You are not the kind of person
I want as a friend.

Go to the Mortimer Club yourself.

- I don't understand.
- Let me spell it out for you.

Go to hell, hm?

What happened?
Barbara just stormed out of here.

She's not coming back.
Both of you were right about her.

I can't believe that I couldn't see it.

- Can you forgive me?
- What do you think?

Should we give her another chance?

We better.
Best friends are hard to come by.

Does this mean
you'll go the masquerade ball?

Yes, and I'll tell you something,
after all the practice I have had lately,

I'd be honoured to be the horse's behind.