All language subtitles for Gidget.S01E17.I.Love.You.I.Love.You.I.Love.You.I.Think.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track4_[eng]

[door closes] That you, honey?

Oh, hi, Dad.
Hi.

Okay? It's an emergency. Sure.

Thanks.
Did you have fun?

Fun?
[moans, pants loudly]

[chuckles]

[sighs] Larue? Gidget.

I just got home this second.
He's the end. That's all.

The living, dying,
absolute end!

Talk about made-to-order,
everlasting love.

One look at him and
I was a goner. Huh.

Sure. Hot and cold,
all shivery.

Right--
weak in the knees.

The whole routine.

The funny thing
is, he isn't even

my type. What do
I need with Italy?

But a love like this comes
only once in a lifetime.

A girl would have to be out of her skull to fight it.
[sighs]

Huh?
Hang up.

Talk to you later.

"Made-to-order, everlasting
love"? "Once in a lifetime"?

You were listening!

Do you realize that
you've been "in love"

four times in the
last three months?

Five.
But who's counting?

Anyway,
this one's different.

I thought we had a little talk
about this back in September.

September?

I will refresh your memory.

Back in September when you were
going through-- and I quote--

"The bleakest time
of your life"--

I wish you wouldn't do that.

- What?
- Quote.

- Your world had
"come to an end."

- It certainly had.

[Gidget narrating] Every woman's

life comes to an
end temporarily...

when her one and only love in
the world goes away for a while.

Oh, it was murder. I don't know
when I'd ever felt so alone.

At least I had sense
enough not to hang

around the kids where
I'd only feel lonelier.

As long as I had to
suffer, I decided to

suffer where I could
suffer the most--

At the beach.

Yes, Jeff had gone
back to Princeton,

and I was left all
alone in California...

to try somehow
to survive the winter.

I deliberately
picked the loneliest

spot on the beach I could find.

He's pretty good.

[continues narrating]
All I could think of was Jeff.

I had figured out a million
lonely-type things to do:

write a book or read one...

or paint a masterpiece.

I had prepared to live
the life of a nun--

Never looking, seeing or even

knowing that
another man existed.

Boy, is he tall.

♪ [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 ♪

[Gidget narrating] Common courtesy demanded

I at least go through
the amenities.

I couldn't be rude,

so I put
my personal feelings aside.

He was a sensational surfer,

but that's all
I could find out about him,

which was all right
with me, because

I wasn't the least bit curious.

Been surfing long? All my life.

Gee, I didn't know anybody
had been surfing that long.

How old are you?

How old are you? I happen
to be much older than I look.

You wouldn't believe it, but
I'm actually-- I sure wouldn't.

[squeals]

[chuckling] All right? Yeah.

Good. Hate to see a cute little
thing like you all dinged up.

[Gidget narrating] Have you ever

heard anything
quite so romantic?

Uh, hey! Uh, you gonna
be around tomorrow?

I don't know.

[Gidget narrating] The next day, to my surprise,

there he was again.

I'll say one thing for him.
He was persistent.

Yes, he knew all there was
to know about surfing,

but he didn't have
the faintest idea

how to communicate
with another human being.

At least tell me your name.

I can't keep calling you
"whoosis" or "what's yer name."

Why not?

Because this is
the second day in

a row we've been
surfing together.

We've established
a relationship.

Oh, no, we haven't! I don't mind

sharing the ocean
with you, sweetie,

but that's all-- at least for
the next five or six years.

Talk to me then and I might
make you a serious proposition.

[Gidget narrating] Frankly,
his words took my breath away.

Heaven knows I
hadn't done anything

to encourage a
statement like that,

yet here he was
in his own sweet,

uncommunicative
way declaring himself.

It was no time
to tell him about Jeff.

Neither was the next day.

[sighs] And
there's some potato

salad and coleslaw-- whichever.

Mmm! You made
all this yourself?

You dear girl.

Dear girl?
[Gidget narrating] See what I mean?

He made a big deal out of not
telling me his name or anything,

yet, subconsciously,
he was saying

everything there was to say.

I should have called a halt
then and there.

But I couldn't--
not while he was eating.

[sniffs] Banana cream.

You're a doll-- a real living,
pint-sized, adorable doll.

And I love you madly.

I know, but let's not
rush into anything.

- A hasty word here
and there-- Eh?

We need time to
think, especially me.

Think? About what?

About us. How can we really
be sure it would work?

And I have
other considerations.

- Work? What work?
- You and me.

The other considerations
being that-- You and me?

- Of course it wouldn't.
- In the first place--

Why not?

Look, I had no idea that you--
That I guessed how you felt?

You kept giving yourself
away. I did? How?

With every single word
you didn't say.

Maybe somebody else
wouldn't have noticed it,

but I happen to
have a brother-in-law

who's studying to
be a psychologist.

That must give you quite an
edge over the average person.

You'd have no way of knowing,

but the day we met was probably

the most miserable
day of my life.

I was absolutely desolate, about

as lonely as a
human being can be.

I guess I was at my
lowest ebb.

I get the picture. You don't
have to tell me any more.

I don't? Why, you have
a relative in psychology too?

Uh, no, but I've studied
a course or two.

Honey, I'm gonna level with you.

About what?

About me. About
why you're right--

Why it wouldn't work for us.

Oh, I didn't say
it wouldn't work. I

just asked how we
could be sure it would.

To be honest,
I'm not so sure about me.

That's the one thing
I am sure about-- you.

You're a sweet, warm,
wonderful little girl...

and a real potential
hunk of woman.

How's that?

Much too good for a guy like me.

Why? What's the matter
with you? You're tall, you're---

Irresponsible, unreliable,
undependable, uh--

Go on and say it. You
think it's a news flash?

What?

That you're a surf bum.
Oh, I guessed that right off--

You being a loner
and surfing, surfing, surfing.

No ties. And that tan
of yours--

That you don't get overnight.

No. It does take a
little sunshine. But, uh,

that's the story.

Nothing but a surf bum.

- Would you do me a favor?
- Certainly, certainly. Anything.

Would you forget about me?

Gee, that-- That's
an awful lot to ask.

I know, but that's
what I'm askin'.

I'll try, as long
as you really want me to.

I want you to.

And I want you to go right
now-- right this minute-

and start a whole new life.

That won't be too hard.
School starts Monday.

Hey, would you like me to
walk away and not look back?

Great.

Ready?
Ready.

Here I go.

[Gidget narrating] That was the

way to have a perfect romance--

Over before it had
a chance to begin.

All that was never
there would always

belong to just what's
his name and me.

[continues narrating] Monday

morning and the
first day of school.

I kept my promise,
put what's his

name out of my mind completely.

[no Audible dialogue]

I devoted all my thoughts to
Jeff, pining away at Princeton.

I tell you, Larue, it's murder.
All I can think of is Jeff.

I go around feeling
empty inside.

All I know is something's
missing. Sure-- up here.

You're making jokes
while she suffers?

Yeah. Which is funnier?
[both click Tongues, groan]

[bell rings] Uh-oh. [groans]

Listen, count your blessings.
As long as you have to suffer,

thank heaven it's
for a Princeton man

and not for any
of the local talent.

Blech!

Hello, Sidney.
"Siddo." [chuckles]

I Thank you, Miss Stoddard.

Good morning, Miss
Stoddard. Good morning, girls.

Good morning, Gidget.
How's your father?

Oh, just fine, ma'am. Did you

hear about Gidget,
Miss Stoddard?

She's practically engaged.
Show her the ring.

Princeton man. Ivy League.
How's that for status?

Is it serious, Gidget?

They don't come any "seriouser."

My, I'm glad you're back
for another year, Larue.

You are going to continue
to take English, aren't you?

[laughs]

[Gidget narrating] My first class was math.

Dwayne! Hi!
Hi, Sally.

How are ya? Fine.
How are you? Dwayne!

Hi, Brian.
How are ya? Hi.

- Hi, Chris. How are ya?
- [greetings continue]

Gidge! Gidge, get a load
of the new teacher.

What's his name!
I don't know.

Gidge, where are you
going? Wrong room!

[grunts, gasps]

Oh, I'm so sorry!
Okay.

Don't worry about it.
[yelps]

Who and what was
that? That's Gidget.

She-- she said she
was in the wrong room.

Well, let's hope
she was in the wrong

school.
[other students laugh]

Would you go get her,
see if she's all right? Yeah.

Shall we take our seats?
Sheesh!

Oh, for goodness
sake, what's the

matter with you?
It's the right room--

Remember,
on our schedule?

Come on, he's really kinda cute,

in spite of what
he said about you.

What he said about me?
What? Oh, why go into it?

You'll only get upset.
Get upset?

See? You're starting
already. Now come on!

Let me introduce myself
to all of you.

My name is Baxter Stevenson.
[Larue] Here she is.

Thank you.
I'm your new math teacher.

- And I wish I were dead.
- Oh. Oh. Oh!

I didn't mean it that way!
Come back! Stop!

[both grunt] Miss Stoddard,
I'm sorry. Are you all right?

I think so.
What on earth's going--

Now, all right.
Back to your seats.

Back to the class,
kids, please? Yes, sir.

What's going on?
Are you having trouble?

One of the students, Miss
Stoddard. Uh, it's only a crush.

A crush--
and it's only 8:35?

Now that's what I call
instant charm.

Which one?
Her name is Gidget.

I'm sure I can straighten
it out. You do that.

In the meantime--
Uh, yes, ma'am.

Go easy on the rest
of the girls.

[chuckles]

[bell rings Gidget narrating]

I needed a time
and a place to think.

The time was no
problem, but where are

you gonna find a
place to think in school?

But I had to get through
the rest of the day somehow.

Only I knew the storm
that was raging inside me,

and, fortunately, I've always

been able to put
up a good front.

Hi. How are you?
Hi. What's up, Gidge?

[continues narrating]

I learned a long time ago,
there's only one thing to do...

in times of stress,
and that's to act naturally.

[no Audible dialogue]

[continues narrating] Stay

calm, take one
problem at a time,

and above all, no matter what

happens, don't let
yourself overreact.

[shrieking]

[screams]
[water splashes]

[grunting]

[door closes] That
you, sweetie? Hi, Dad.

How was the first day
of school? Magnificent.

Mind if I leave
this here to dry?

No.

- I took a little spill.
- Into Boulder Dam?

Oh, that's cute. Remind me
to tell you about it sometime.

Oh, I will.
I will.

[Gidget narrating] Naturally, I

thought about talking
it over with Dad.

But what was I going
to tell him?

That I had a teacher who
wasn't a teacher but a man--

A man who went
around calling his

students "dear
girl" and "sweetie"?

And then had the
nerve to show up in their

own personal, private
algebra classes--

Poor, innocent, unsuspecting
students who were...

desperately in love
with somebody else?

Isn't it awfully quiet
up here?

It's the contemplation hour.

Oh.

Can you use a fellow
contemplator? Good heavens, no.

I was just
contemplating about love

and life and just
the world in general.

I can do that by myself.

Okay.
See you at dinner.

Dad?
Hmm?

You and Mom-- from the
moment you met,

you never loved anybody
but each other, did you?

No. Why?

That's the way real love's
supposed to be, right?

Right.

- Why?
- No why.

It's just nice to know you
come from such good people.

Okay.

[door closes] There's only one answer.

I must be a throwback.

Somewhere, sometime I must have
had an old Aunt Scarlett O'Hara.

[groans]

Gidget?
Aren't you gonna be late?

- Is that you, Dad?
- No. It's Attila the Hun.

Can I come in?
One moment, please.

[coughs] Come in.

But stand back.

Come in,
but stand back?

I don't want you to get it.
[coughs] Are you sick?

Don't I look sick?

But don't worry, Dad.
It's... nothing serious.

Just some lingering malady.
[coughs]

Have a temperature?

What are your symptoms?
When did this come on?

Dad, this is no
time for questions.

I-I'm trying to tell
you how you feel.

I know how you feel.
For some reason, you

don't feel like going
to school today.

- You wanna be honest?
- I want you to be honest.

Okay. You know what
I'm sick about-- the

thought of you
wasting all that money.

What money? Well, sending
me to college. It's pointless.

After all, I have
my life planned. I'm

gonna marry Jeff
and have his children.

Now, I don't need a college
education to do that.

I don't even need
a high school one.

As a matter of fact,
a full high school

education could
be very bad for me,

and more important,
for my children.

For your children.
I want them to

grow up free from
tension and fear.

Now, if I go and get
myself over educated and

end up being so much
smarter then they are,

I'm liable to give them an
inferiority complex for life.

You think that
children should be

better educated
than their parents?

Exactly.

Then get out of bed. You've got
at least 10 more years to go.

What?

Far be it from me to give
you an inferiority complex.

[Gidget narrating] That's another

thing I learned a long time ago.

When you have to do a thing,
don't fight it. Just do it.

Dad said I had to go
to school, so I did.

You know this
is very interesting

what you're doing. What?

Playing hooky in school.

[no Audible dialogue]

- Oh, hi. Nice to see you.
- [Larue] Hey, Gidget! Gidget!

Where have you been?
Everybody's looking

for you, especially
Mr. Stevenson.

He has? Gave me a message for

you. He says he's
got to see you.

"Got to." Why? Are you
keeping something from me?

You bet your life.

In that case, I don't have to

tell all I know
either. Like what?

Like how Miss Stoddard's
looking for you, too,

on account of your
father called...

to find out why you didn't
want to come to school today.

And she told him
you didn't show up

anyway, and like
how she called me...

into her office to
find out where you

were, and I had to
tell her I didn't know.

And like how she
called your father back,

and how he went home
to try and locate you,

and like how he's probably
called the F.B.I. by now.

Just try to get
any of that out of me.

How about if I offered
you a bribe? Not a chance.

I'm sorry, Mr. Lawrence,
but I haven't

been able to find
any trace of her.

It's certainly unlike Gidget. I
can't imagine what's behind--

Well, wait a minute.
Maybe I can.

Oh, Mr. Stevenson-- I'll
get back to you. Come in.

I'd like to have a few
thousand words with you about,

uh, that instant charm
of yours.

And, uh, so, ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

as the defendant
in this case--

Now wait a minute.
You're not a defendant.

I hate to contradict you,
sir, but isn't it true...

that in any case involving
student, teacher,

the teacher ends up
being the defendant?

Not when the student's parent
happens to be a teacher also.

Anyway, it's not a case.
It's a misunderstanding.

One that, as far as I can see,
involves only you and you.

So why don't you two
clear it up?

Miss Stoddard, would you
like some kitchen-type coffee?

I'd love some
kitchen-type coffee.

There she is-- the
loneliest girl in the world.

There he is-- the phoniest
surf bum in the world.

I didn't say I was a
surf bum. You did.

I tried to tell you
about Jeff, but

you told me not to
tell you any more.

I meant not any more
about being lonely.

Well, that's not what you said.
You didn't say anything about--

That's what got me
into this mess-- all

the things I didn't
say anything about...

which you noticed
because you have a

brother-in-law who's
a psychology student.

He's flunked out by now,
I hope.

- I'm sorry. I really am.
- So am I.

But I still don't
understand it. What?

How loving Jeff
as much as I do, I

could have become
attracted to you.

Sure, you're
intelligent, tall, good

looking, charming,
witty and marvelous,

but what kind
of an excuse is that?

[laughs]

Does that mean I'm fickle,
Dad? What kind of a girl am I?

Gidge, you met a
very attractive man,

and you had a very
normal reaction.

You liked him.
Right? Well, sure.

Didn't you notice how tall--

You, being you-- and being
15 and a half years old--

You couldn't let it
go at that.

You had to have an excuse
for finding him attractive,

so you came up with the best
excuse there is-- love.

What else?

Simple admiration,
you little nut.

You like the Beatles,
don't you?

- You want to marry them?
- All four of them?

Go on.
I'm beginning to read you.

You're gonna meet
a lot of men in your life,

and you're going to find
a lot of them attractive.

You're going to like
them. That's normal

and healthy. Just don't
make the mistake...

of thinking you
have to fall in love

and marry each and
every one of them.

In other words, I
can love Jeff and

still meet and like
lots of other men?

Sure.
Ah! What a relief.

Because I already do. I can
think of loads of men I like.

Not only young men, but
old men-- you and John.

Tall men,
even short men.

Didn't somebody famous
once say something

about never meeting
a man he didn't like?

Yeah. Will Rogers. Hey.

Wouldn't that be
a great slogan for

me in the class book
when I graduate--

"Gidget Lawrence, who
went all through high

school and never met
a boy she didn't like"?

Well, no, Gidget. Uh, no.
That, uh--

There's implication
there that--

Well, uh, you
wouldn't understand.

We'll, uh-- We'll, uh--

Believe me.

I like to shake him up like
that every once in a while.

Well, I'm off.
Have a good day.

And I've still got a
problem. Now what?

How am I gonna
learn algebra from a

teacher I've seen
in a bathing suit?

What's wrong with having seen
your teacher in a bathing suit?

Dad, teachers are
different. There are

certain things they
just shouldn't do.

Like have first names
or treat you as an equal...

or go swimming
or go to movies...

or read a book unless
it's over a hundred years old.

I'm a teacher. You
think that applies to me?

You're a college professor.

And college professors are
expected to be jazzier. Ooh! Oh?

Otherwise,
no one would ever go.

Out. Out!