All language subtitles for Gidget.S01E04.Daddy.Come.Home.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track4_[eng]

Hi, cutie.
Mm.

Is that all you're gonna
have? Gotta rush.

I'm late!

[door opens, closes]

Late for what?
The beach?

So you'll have to start
dinner without me, Dad.

The way things are
going, I can't possibly

get away for at
least another hour.

Okay? toodles.

Can't get away from what?
The beach?

Hi, Gidge! Hi, Gidge! Let's go.

Gidget! But, Dad,
if you'd only asked,

I'd have told you
I couldn't go to the

art exhibit with you
any time this week.

I'm booked solid.

Booked solid?
At the beach?

The beach, the beach,
the beach!

You eat, drink
and sleep surfing.

It's not healthy.

It's no longer a
hobby or a pastime

with you. It's an obsession.

You need a fresh
outlook on life, young

lady, and I'm going
to see that you get it.

Dad, you're absolutely right,
with a few minor word changes.

"Minor word changes"? "Beach"
for "work," "Me" for "you."

"Me" for "you."
Work, work, work!

You eat, drink and sleep
work. It's not healthy.

It's no longer an occupation
with you. It's an obsession.

You need a fresh
outlook on life, dear

Daddy, and I'm going
to see that you get it.

At the beach.

At the beach.

♪ [jazzy pop]

♪ If you're in doubt
about angels ♪

♪ Being real

♪ I can arrange to change

♪ Any doubts you feel

♪ Wait till you see
my Gidget ♪

♪ You'll want her
for your valentine ♪

♪ You're gonna say
she's all that you adore ♪

♪ But stay away
Gidget is spoken for ♪

♪ You're gonna find
that Gidget is ♪

♪ Mine ♪

[chattering]

[Gidget narrating] There was no doubt

about it. This was
exactly what Dad needed.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Lawrence. We

didn't see you
there. That's okay.

[laughs]

There! You got anything
in Shakespeare to match that?

Not that damp. Oh,
isn't it marvelous, Dad?

Here you're in touch
with nature, all the

beautiful, wonderful
elements in life.

Look at it
from my perspective.

Dad?

Dad?
Hmm?

Open your eyes and look.
I'm looking. I'm looking.

[smacks lips] Oh, Dad, don't stare.

The poor thing probably
doesn't realize. Realize what?

The way she looks in
shorts, at her age. Oh.

So, do you want another
demonstration? Of what?

Surfing!
Sure, sure.

Okay, now watch.

I'm watching.
Okay.

[Gidget narrating] So do you need

an I.Q. of 289 to
guess what happened?

[no Audible dialogue]

I'm shooting the curl,

and by the time
I get back to the

beach, they're
shooting the breeze.

Turned out her name was Sally,
Sally Combs.

She's darling, Russ.
Simply darling. Thank you.

I simply adore being
referred to in the third person,

especially when I'm standing
there in the first person.

Oh, don't let us
keep you, dear. Why

don't you go back in
the ocean and play?

Play?

Doesn't it fry you
the way the minute

they get with
somebody their own age,

they gotta lop
10 years off yours?

You know, go swim,
surf, frolic.

Could the phrase you're
looking for be "get lost"?

You see? She's not only
darling, but she's bright.

I'm very proud
of my little girl.

Oh, and I'm very proud
of my old man.

That's how I fix him.

Every time he lops 10 years
off my age, I add 15 to his.

Now, you're not getting cold
or anything, are you, Pop?

I don't want you
getting a chill.

On the contrary.
I'm beginning to steam.

Oh! Well, in that
case, I guess it is

time for me to go in
the ocean and play.

She's cute. She going
through the maternal stage?

Gidget? She's about as
maternal as a tsetse fly.

[Gidget narrating] I figured it was

all right to leave
him alone with her.

After all,
what could happen?

You asked her
to have dinner with you?

Yes, I asked her out for
dinner. That such a surprise?

No, but under the
circumstances--

What circumstances?

Picking up a woman on the beach?
[laughs]

Well, that's what it
amounts to, isn't it?

A stranger, and you
asked her on a date.

Oh, come on, Gidget.

You know nothing about her. She

could be anything--
a-- a pickpocket.

Pickpocket?
A card shark.

They're always around
oceans and boats.

For your information,
Miss Combs is a

research chemist
for a food company.

A research chemist.
You sure?

Mm-hmm.
Gee.

You'd think a research chemist

would have a
little more dignity...

and a slightly less
sensational figure.

I mean, if you work
around food, shouldn't

you look like you
eat it once in a while?

That a touch of green I see?

Of course not.

Actually,
I'm glad you made the date.

I want you to get out
and enjoy yourself,

but I think you ought to be
a little more careful.

Don't be so quick to take
everybody at face value.

Wait till you know them
a little bit. What?

Since when did you develop
this maternal attitude?

What maternal attitude?

You said, "Is that
a touch of green I

see?" And I
specifically said that--

Okay, okay. My error.

Your error indeed.
Me, maternal.

Now, what are you gonna wear?

I don't know. My
dark blue suit, I guess.

Dark blue?

Oh, no. I think the dark gray
would be much better.

You look groovy, Dad.
♪ [whistling]

[chuckles] Thank you. Yes,
the dark gray is much better.

And I hope you've
noticed the only thing with

a touch of green
around here is your tie.

Yeah, I've noticed.
[laughs] I won't be late.

I'll be home about--
Now, don't start that!

You'll be accusing me
of being maternal again.

You'll be home when
you get home-- adult time.

What are you
gonna do? Oh, I don't

know. I'll see
where the action is--

Go out with one of the guys
or to a show with Larue.

Or if I'm really desperate, I'll
go over to Anne and John's.

Now, remember what I said.
have fun.

Yeah, but I'll be home
early. What'd I say?

All right. But I do
have a rough day

tomorrow. I'll see
you at least by--

Good-bye, good-bye!
Good-bye.

Have fun. toodles!

[Gidget narrating] Everybody in

the whole world
was busy that night.

When I got to the point where I

was dialing for
the surf reports...

just to hear the
sound of a human

voice, I asked
myself a question.

Am I desperate enough
to go to Anne and John's?

I am.

One thing's for
sure. You gotta be

desperate to spend
your precious time...

with two people
who are trying to be

something neither
of them will ever be.

John-- a psychologist.

Sister Anne-- a housewife?

Looks good. Is that your
first lemon meringue pie?

This happens to be the
bottom half of a layer cake.

So we'll have ice cream.

Not ice cream
you made yourself?

No. It's store-bought.

Oh, we're getting to be
just like the city folk.

And you're getting to be
just like a pinched nerve.

[laughs] Classic sibling
rivalry. It's marvelous.

Oh, yeah?

Aw, now,
don't go spoiling it.

See? What'd I tell you?
He didn't marry you for love.

He married you for research.

Speaking of research,
tell me more about Dad's girl.

Dad's girl?
He hardly knows her.

So what? I mean, if he liked
her well enough to ask her out--

Yeah,
that was a giant step.

Well, he's taken women
out before.

Taking the dean of
women or the gym teacher

to a faculty dinner
is not quite the same.

Gym teacher? Miss
Crackmeyer happens to

be the head of the
phys ed department.

You ever seen her play soccer?

So has Dad.

Gidge, our Dad happens to be
a very attractive man.

I'm surprised
somebody hasn't thrown

a net over him long before this.

That's right. There aren't
many handsome, intelligent,

sophisticated males
running around loose.

Most of us
are already married.

Someday, Dad's bound to get
married again, and he should.

Well, I couldn't agree
more. I want him to--

But to the right girl
at the right time.

Aha!
What "aha"?

Classic again. Absolutely
marvelous. What?

Projecting yourself
into a maternal role.

What? Maternal?

[groans]

All of a sudden,
that turns out to be

the ickiest word in
the English language.

But that's what
all this over concern,

overprotecting,
over-possessiveness adds up to--

The maternal instinct
misplaced.

You know what happens to little

girls who start
out in life this way?

What?

They end up sour,
dried-up old maids...

with nothing to
look forward to in

life but taking care
of dear old dad--

Hah!

And their daily visits
to their analysts...

at 50 bucks a throw, bless
their ever-lovin' mixed-up ids.

Oh! Oh!
Hey!

Where are you going? I just

asked myself the
same question...

I asked myself an hour ago and

got an entirely
different answer.

- Huh?
- I am not this desperate!

[laughing]

Overconcern!

Maternal instinct!

Fifty bucks!

I didn't know
they got that much.

And for what?
Just to cure you of

something that's
all in your head.

[Gidget narrating] I was so mad, so furious,

I did a perfectly
ridiculous thing for

any normal, healthy
teenager to do...

at a quarter of 9:00
in the evening.

I went to bed.

And then I did something
even crazier.

I went to sleep.

[ticking]

When I woke up, I
felt great. I was ready

for a bright, new
day, which was fine,

except the bright, new day

wasn't due for
about eight hours.

It was only 11:00.

I figured as long as Dad
was coming home early,

I might as well
stay up and wait for him.

[ticking]

12:30!

What about that rough day
he had tomorrow?

That's when I started
to get worried.

Anne's the born worrier.
Nothing ever bothers Gidget.

Oh, check, please.
She's the tsetse fly?

That's right. Gidget takes
everything in her stride.

Hello, Larue?
Gidget.

Listen, I'm sorry to wake
you up, but it's important.

Suppose it was after
1:00 in the morning

and your father was
out with another woman.

What would you do?
Tell your mother.

Thanks a lot, pal.

I don't understand it.
I just do not understand it.

What in the world
could make him so late

when he said he was
gonna be home early?

Nothing-- Nothing could
make him this late.

Nothing could make him not call,
unless something terrible--

Unless he's had an--
an accident?

An accident. That's why
I haven't heard from him.

Something's happened to him!

Oh, what'll I do?
I've gotta do something!

Annie. I'll call Annie. Oh, no!
Annie's no good in an emergency.

First thing she'd do
is call the police.

Call the police-- That's a
good idea. I'll call the police.

[ringing]

Sergeant Kulpepper
speaking.

What is it, ma'am?
Lady, will you

calm down? I can't
understand you.

I'm-- I'm trying to tell you.
I said an accident.

There must have
been an accident,

or I'd have heard from him.

Who? If you'll just
give me the facts, ma'am.

What kind of a car? You know the
license number? What's his name?

Russell Lawrence.
Uh, license number--

I think it has a
"J" and an "1" in it.

A gold convertible. Oh,
Officer, I don't know what year.

Hmm. A gold convertible with
a "J" and a "1" in the license.

That ought to help.
What?

I said something terrible
must have happened.

You see, he's never stayed out
this late before, never.

Especially not
on a school night.

You relax and stop worrying.
We'll find him, Mom.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

[handset settles in cradle]

Did he say "Mom"?

Why on earth
would he call me "Mom"?

Charlie, who's cruising
Westwood? Joe Hanley? Good.

Yeah, tell him I got a kid
I want him to look for.

[sighs]

Sarge? This is Joe
Hanley. Yeah, Joe?

I located that gold convert,
all right.

Parked on,
uh, Linda Flora.

Guy and a girl talking.

Can you tell the kid
to call his mother?

What kid? I can see from
here the guy's at least 40.

No kidding? Yeah. What do I do?

Give him the message.

You want me to walk
up to a grown man...

and tell him his...
mama wants him?

If his name is Russell Lawrence,

that's exactly what
I want you to do.

Yeah, but Sarge,
I'd feel... silly.

What, you feel silly?
He's the mama's

boy. Let him write
to "Dear Abby."

Okay, Sarge.

I hope I haven't
bored you to death with

all this talk about
me and my family.

Mm-mmm. I've enjoyed it. You all
sound so happy, uncomplicated.

[chuckles clears
Throat] Excuse me.

Um, your name
Russell Lawrence?

That's right.
What is it, Officer?

Uh, you better
get a move on.

Your mother
wants you.

What?
Well, that's impossible.

My mother-- She's all upset and

worried, junior, so
go home already.

Junior? Now, listen.
I have a great deal

of respect for the
police department.

But-- I don't blame you.
I'd be embarrassed too.

Lady, are you asking for
a mother-in-law problem!

Now see here!

I don't understand. Somebody's

got their wires
crossed somewhere.

It can't be my mother. It
must be-- The tsetse fly?

Thanks for a lovely evening,
Russ. It's been fun.

[engine starts]

[tires Skid, car Departs]

[tires screech]

[car door slams]

Was it absolutely necessary
to follow me home?

Sure was. You were doin'
20 miles over the speed limit...

all the way.

It's all down.
Uh, sign here.

[footsteps]

- Oh, Daddy!
- My mother, I presume.

Oh, Daddy, I have
been so-- Not a

word! Not one
single bloody word!

[sniffling]

"Your mother wants you"!
Oh!

[knocking]

Dad?

Not yet, Frances. I
am still very angry.

But I can't stand it
much longer.

C-Couldn't we please
discuss it? Nothing to discuss.

An adult is an
adult, a child is a

child, and never
the twain shall meet.

Okay.

But could the child
just say one little thing?

What?

Oh, Daddy, I didn't tell any

policeman that I
was your mother.

For gosh sakes,
I've spent the whole

day and night
denying it to everybody.

You must have said something
to give 'em that impression.

Well, I don't know
what I said.

I just said what everybody
says when they're--

When they're
worried and frightened

to death that something...

might have happened
to somebody they love.

Unfortunately,
under those circumstances,

everybody sounds alike.

Mothers, daughters...

and fathers.

Remember the time I was
so late and I didn't call...

and, when I got home,
you were so mad at me

you put me in stir for
three whole weeks?

This is different.
I'm your father.

What's being a father
got to do with it?

You said you were
gonna be home early.

Oh, Daddy,
don't you see?

When you weren't
and you didn't even

call to let me know
you were all right,

that's what made me
so sure, so certain,

that something
terrible had happened.

Something-- Something awful,
like-- like you were hurt...

or-- or you were
in bad trouble or even--

To keep you
from calling.

Gidge.

I'm deeply sorry.

You're right.
I should have called you.

[gasps] Well, it--

It doesn't matter now,
Daddy.

Just as long as
you're okay and--

And safe and
healthy and alive...

and stay that way.

Oh-- Oh, Daddy, please don't
ever let anything happen to you!

[crying]

I-It simply never
occurred to me to call.

[stifled chuckle] Funny when
the shoe's on the other foot.

Oh, you could say that again.
[chuckles]

Oh, Dad, I don't see how anybody
can stand being a parent.

Oh! [sputters]
Oh, don't you just

love it when the
air's all clear?

[sighs] I sure do.

So, you didn't tell me-- Did
you have fun? What about Sally?

Do you like her? Are you gonna
take her out again? I doubt it.

I think she lost interest. When
she found out we weren't rich?

No, when she found out there
was insanity in the family.

How'd she find that out?
She never even met John.

Good night, Gidget.

I didn't tell him
he was wrong about that...

"an adult is an adult and
a child is a child" business.

But I will, because every
adult at one time or another...

acts like a child--
has childish feelings.

And every child now and then
acts like an adult,

because the child's feelings
are "adultrish."

Does that sound right
to you?

Maybe I'd better think about it

some more before
I hit Dad with it.

Let's see-- Every adult
at one time-- That's right.

Every child--

Every adult at one
time or another--