All language subtitles for The Golden Girls S05E08 That Old Feeling

♪ Thank you for being a friend

♪ Traveled down the road
and back again

♪ Your heart is true

♪ You're a pal and a confidante

♪ And if you threw a party

♪ Invited everyone you knew

♪ You would see the biggest
gift would be from me

♪ And the card attached
would say

♪ "Thank you
for being a friend" ♪

Oh, girls,
I'm so sorry to be late.

I ran out of gas
on the way home.

It was just horrible.
Nobody would stop to help me.

This could never have happened
in the Old South.

What has become of chivalry,

when men used to
open doors for you,

pull out your chair,
tip their hat,

kiss your hand, help you
down out of your carriage,

leave calling cards
on little silver salvers?

So how far back
do you want to go?

Do you still want
to be able to vote?

I cannot believe
I ran out of gas.

I checked my tank yesterday.
It was half full.

Maybe the gauge is broken.

It's all those foreign cars.

They're unreliable.

Ma, Blanche drives a Buick.

So? I'm from Sicily.
To me a Buick is a foreign car.

Oh, but I haven't told you
my wonderful news.

My mother-in-law died.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Well, I'm not.

I loathed Mama Devereaux,

and the feeling
was entirely mutual.

Till the day George died,

she always introduced me
as his first wife.

I just hope
the old witch went slowly.

I sense the period
of mourning is over.

Oh! I didn't tell you
my really good news.

Better than the dead mother-in-law?
Yes.

George's younger brother Jamie

is flying in tomorrow
from Charleston

to help settle
my part of the estate.

You and Jamie were close?

We were classmates
in high school.

I thought he was cute, but I could
never date someone from my own class.

Well, I'd been dating seniors
since I was 12.

I had my reputation
to consider.

Shut up, Ma.

After George and I
were married,

I began to realize that Jamie
had this yen for me.

Poor boy.

Trapped in a seething cauldron
of forbidden passion

for his gorgeous
sister-in-law.

There were nights when he
actually bayed at the moon.

But he finally realized that I
was totally committed to George,

so he threw himself
into a marriage

that was doomed to failure.

After 20 years they realized
they had nothing in common.

I can't wait for him to get here
and see how good I look.

You know, Blanche, Jamie may not
see this as a happy reunion.

I mean, after all,
he just lost his mother.

And I just ran out of gas,
but life goes on.

In my village in Sicily
we had a custom.

If your mother-in-law died,

you were forced to wear
a hair shirt, eat dirt

and pound your head on a rock.

Anything to keep you
from laughing.

I just don't believe
I'm about to see Jamie again.

Last time I saw him
was at George's funeral.

'Course, I didn't
look all that good.

Red is such a bad color on me.

You wore red
to George's funeral?

George liked red.

I thought I looked terrible,
but the pictures came out fine.

(doorbell rings)

Oh, that must be him.
How do I look, girls?

Nervous.
I am nervous.

My heart's just pounding away.

Just take a deep breath.

I always take a deep breath
before I greet a man.

It thrusts my breasts forward.

Blanche!

Honey, you always did look pretty
when you held your breath.

Jamie!

Why do you look so stricken?

It can't be because
Mother's dead.

You two could never
stand the sight of each other.

I had forgotten how much
you look like George,

how much you sound like him.

I can't help it.
I'm his brother.

Aren't you gonna introduce me?
To who?

Oh! Where are my manners?

Jamie, these are my friends
Dorothy and Rose.

Ladies, in her
all-too-infrequent letters,

Blanche has spoken of you
in glowing terms.

I feel real lucky to get the
chance to know you personally.

Why, thank you, kind sir.

You'll have to excuse Rose.

Every time a man
speaks Southern at her,

she goes all... stupid.

Oh, Jamie,
it's so good to see you again.

Well, I'm glad to see you too,

even if it is only
for the weekend.

The business with the will
shouldn't take long.

I shouldn't think so.

I'd hardly expect Mama Devereaux
to leave me the family silver.

As her executor, I had to
go over her will with her -

the list of beneficiaries -

and, well, she was
pretty far gone by then,

but when we got to your name,

she kept repeating
in this weak little voice,

"I want her to have it.
I want her to have it."

Well, I am surprised.

She was talking
about her disease.

Well, I've got to
get back to the hotel.

Blanche has consented
to have lunch with me.

Would you ladies
care to join us?

Oh, no, that's all right.

You two probably have
a great deal to talk over.

It was a pleasure to meet you.
See y'all later.

It was our pleasure, Jamie.
See y'all.

Blanche, I love the girls,

but they don't seem
as old as you said.

It's the lighting.

What a charming man.
And so handsome.

As they say in St. Olaf,
va-va-va voom!

Is that where that comes from?

I better be on my way.
It's my day to get groceries.

God, I hate going
to the supermarket.

Rose, if you'd stop playing
express-line detective,

people would stop
yelling at you.

Oh, I see. So when you're standing
in line reading TV Guide

and you toss it on top of your ten
items, I should look the other way.

I think not, Dorothy.

Dorothy, my car is gone. What?

My car.
It's been stolen.

Oh, come on, Rose.
Slow down.

You probably just forgot
where you parked it.

I'm telling you, it's been stolen.
I'm gonna call the cops.

Hold it. Rose, don't call the police.
How come?

Because they told you
never to call again.

Call the neighborhood patrol.

If it actually was stolen,

one of their cars
will probably spot it.

The phone book is missing.

The car's missing,
the phone book is missing.

If you had a car phone,
this would all come together.

Dorothy, you might
show a little compassion.

Catch me on a day
when the story's about me.

What's with Rose?

Rose thinks
her car's been stolen.

No, it hasn't.
It's parked right outside.

Ma's right.

Well, it wasn't there
a minute ago, I swear it.

How can it be gone one minute
and back the next?

I think I know. Ma,

why are you carrying
that phone book?

I can carry a book.
It's a free country.

Even the Statue of Liberty
carries a book.

You were driving again.
Who says?

This phone book is still warm.

You were sitting on it so you could
see over the steering wheel.

You know me -
safety first.

You stole my car?

Only for a couple of hours.

If I had asked,
would you have said yes?

No.
There you go.

That is why Blanche
ran out of gas.

You'd been driving her car,
hadn't you?

Do you know how embarrassing
it is to drive a car

with a bumper sticker that says:

"So many men, so little time"?

But Ma, you don't have a license.
I have a license.

It expired years ago.

I went down and had it renewed.

Look, I absolutely forbid
you to do this. Why?

Because you drive
like Mr. Magoo.

I don't understand why suddenly,
out of the blue,

you decided
to start driving again.

I had a blind date.

Actually,
he's just legally blind.

It's Mr. Panioli.

He's good-looking,
a lot of laughs

and he can't see his own hand
in front of his face.

He's happy just as long
as I brush my teeth.

Sophia, if you needed a ride,

we'd be happy
to give you lifts.

You want to make me happy?
Get rid of the Bobby Vinton tapes.

I have enough trouble
staying awake at the wheel.

Listen, Ma, I didn't want to
say this, but I'm going to.

Your eyesight
is not what it used to be,

and neither are your reflexes,

and I want you
to make me a promise.

If ever you want to drive,
you come to me,

let me know,
and I'll go with you.

Do you promise?
Promise?

Why don't you ask me
to sign it in blood?

What happened to trust?

You don't want me
to drive a car, fine,

but don't ask me to promise.

Don't humiliate me.

Leave me with what little
dignity I have left.

Ma, I'm sorry.
Of course I trust you.

What a pigeon.

Oh, my God.
If they want to make spies talk,

they should force them to grade
junior-high English essays.

Kids today can't write
the English language.

"The characters
in The Grapes of Wrath

are so real
that it's interesting."

Weren't they?

Afternoon, all.

How was your lunch with Jamie?

It was magical.

We talked for hours
all about George -

how George loved me,

how George could never
take his eyes off me,

how George used to
save his money

so he could buy presents
good enough for me.

Oh, it felt so good
talking about George.

It almost seemed
to bring him back to life,

and it made me realize why,

from the time I laid eyes on him
till the day he died,

there was never, never
another man in my life.

Blanche, you?
You were never tempted?

Never.

Didn't you have
your milk delivered?

The uncanny thing is how
much like George Jamie is,

and it's not just that
he looks and talks like him.

He's gentle like George,
and he's thoughtful like George.

He's smart and funny
like George.

Sometimes I get
this eerie feeling

that George has walked
right back into my life.

Oh, Rose, Dorothy,

I'm falling in love.

Novelty night.

What's more,
my female instincts tell me

that Jamie feels
the same way about me.

Oh, it wouldn't surprise me
if one day soon

Mrs. Blanche Devereaux were to become Mrs.
Blanche Devereaux.

I'll alert the mailman.

Don't you think it's crazy that Blanche
is actually gonna marry Jamie?

Why? They practically
grew up together.

Rose, they've known each other
most of their lives

so it's very comfortable.
He's like an old friend.

But he's her
late husband's brother.

I remember back in St. Olaf

when Inga Engstran married
her late husband's brother Lars,

and the whole town was shocked.

That could've been because at
the time Inga was on trial

for her late husband's
dismemberment.

It was probably a factor.

The trial went on for months.

Attorney's fees
cost her an arm and a leg.

Rose, get to where they steal
the brain out of the dead body

and sew it into your head.

So anyway, she got
a suspended sentence.

They let her go?
No, they hanged her.

I'm going to sleep.

I don't know how long I've got,

but I deserve better company
in my final years.

Good night, Ma.

Now, you know, Rose, I think
Blanche has the right idea

marrying someone she knows.

It makes it a lot easier,
sharing a history together.

It helps knowing
each other's idiosyncrasies.

I don't think Stan and I
would have gotten together

had I known that
his entire family

smells their fingers all day
after they eat chicken.

Well, I still think Blanche
is making a terrible mistake.

And what mistake
might that be, pray?

Trusting that her friends won't
badmouth her behind her back?

Oh, honey, that's not it.
We're a family.

And when a close member
of the family

thinks that she might move out,

well, even though
we might be happy for her,

it's a little upsetting.

Well, if you're worried
about the house, don't be.

Even if I move to Charleston,
I'll make arrangements

for you-all to stay here
as long as you like.

Blanche,
that's so sweet of you.

Oh, Blanche,
that's not what concerns us.

It's not?

We're concerned
about losing you.

Oh, right.

I don't want
to lose you either.

Wait a minute.
I have a wonderful idea.

Why don't you all come to
Charleston and live with me?

No, we couldn't do that.

Of course you can.
It's all settled.

I don't want to hear
another word.

Why, you know,
it's an old Southern tradition

for the beautiful
married daughter

to take in her pathetic
spinster sisters.

Well, when she puts it that way,
it's so hard to resist.

Finished.

I have graded the last paper.

D minus? You're gonna give
the poor kid a D minus?

That's because substitute
teachers aren't authorized

to impose the death penalty.

Well, since Blanche
is having dinner with Jamie,

we have a very important
decision to make.

How about pizza?
Sounds great.

Should we go healthy and get
whole-wheat crusts and low-fat cheese?

Why don't we go
really high-fiber

and spread ketchup
on cardboard?

Pizza, dammit!
Get pizza.

That's funny.
The phone book is missing again.

Wait a minute.
Where's Ma?

Is my car gone?

Hey, your car is fine.
My car is gone.

(phone rings)

Yes? Yes, she does.

It's the police.
There's been an accident.

You promised me
you wouldn't drive alone.

Ma, I can't believe
you lied to me.

I've been lying to you
all your life.

Did you ever get that yellow pony
I promised you when you were six?

You're not taking
this accident very seriously.

No one was hurt. It was the other guy's fault.
I have a witness.

Your witness is Mr. Panioli.
He's legally blind.

He'll say what I tell him.
What's the big deal?

Ma, you should not be driving.

You want to take away
my license?

And your telephone book.

It's for your own good, Ma.

You're ruining my life.

One of us could drive you
anywhere you want to go.

Oh, sure, I really
want you along on dates.

Ma, will you try
to be reasonable?

Sheila Patterson's daughter
lets her drive.

I'm not Sheila Patterson's
daughter.

You can't treat me like this.
I'm going to my room.

Oh, Ma.

I have the strangest sense
of déjà vu from when I was 14,

except I'm Ma and she's me.

What are you gonna do about her?
I've got to be firm.

I'm not gonna let her
go to the prom.

I never will forget back in
high school in biology class

when we were studying
the octopus.

Now, I swear I meant to say
eight tentacles.

No, you didn't.

Any girl who says that
and doesn't blush

knows what she's saying.

You were the only thing that
kept me awake in biology class.

To old friends.

Oh, I wish you weren't
leaving tomorrow. So do I.

Well, then, don't.
Stay on a few more days.

I've got a meeting with a
client on Monday morning.

Then I'll go back
to Charleston with you.

Say again.

Look, I know how
I feel about you,

and I flatter myself to think

that you feel
the same way about me.

Now, I could be coy,

I could drop hints,

but I'm past that.

Jamie, when George died

I began to feel incomplete.

I tried to find
what was missing,

I tried to find it
in another man.

Men.

Many, many men.

But it just wasn't there,
and then you happened,

and it was as if George had just
stepped right back into my life again.

I just don't want to feel
that incompleteness again.

Oh, just listen to me.

Am I carrying on?
I don't know what got into me.

No, I said I was not going
to be coy, and I'm not.

I'm gonna say what I mean,

what I feel.

I'm in love with you, Jamie.

Well, Blanche,

darling...

I do feel something for you.
I think maybe I always have.

I knew it.

But I don't believe it's love,

not the way you mean it.

The only thing
we've talked about tonight

and ever since I got here
is George.

Now, I loved him too,
I looked up to him,

I tried to be just like him...
but I couldn't.

I couldn't be him then
and I can't be him now.

You're in love with the memory
I brought back to you.

Well, I certainly am not.

I am well in touch
with my feelings

and I certainly know
my own mind, George.

Now, you've just been
talking nonsense.

Take it back this second.

Jamie.
What?

You called me George.

Well... don't you think
I would know

if I had called you Jamie,
George?

I mean...
I mean George, Jam...

Oh, well, Jamie, George,
what's the difference?

There is a difference, Blanche.

You're just so much like him.

But I'm not him.

I feel like a fool.

Oh, Blanche, honey.

It's never foolish
to hold on to a memory.

Sometimes it's all
we're left with.

I miss him so much.

I know.
I miss him too.

Morning, everybody.
Blanche, are you OK?

I stopped crying
a couple of hours ago.

I've been waiting for the
puffiness to disappear.

We were worried about you.

Well, I just cried and cried,

and then I finally realized
what I'd been crying about.

It wasn't about me
and it wasn't about Jamie.

It was about George.

And I cried enough
for George when he died

so I decided
to rejoin the living.

That's our Blanche.

I think I'll take a stroll

past that new mini mall
they're building.

Why?

Passing construction sites
is good for your morale.

The sound of guys in hard hats

making that sucking noise
through their teeth...

makes me feel
like a lady again.