All language subtitles for Gidget.S01E21.In.and.Out.with.the.In.Laws.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track4_[eng]

Oh. Anything for me?

All for you. A
bill, bill-- Yeah.

Bill--
Yeah.

"Resident." That's for
you. Gee, thanks a bunch.

Oh. That's for me!
It's from Jeff.

What does he have to
say? Please. This is private.

Private, private.
Oh, "Private, private."

I'm sorry.
I lost my head.

Hmm.

[laughs] Oh, no.

Yeah? Hey.

It's all right with me
if you wanna keep

your reactions
private, private too.

Oh, Jeff's so
wonderful. Most boys

don't even like
to write letters.

Poor guy must have
writer's cramp.

Why?
A whole page and a half.

Page and a half? Where do
you get the page and a half?

Oh. Oh, yes, yes.

Huh?

Oh, no.

No. Daddy.
Somethin' wrong?

Wait'll you hear this.
Oh, I see.

When there's
something wrong, it's

not so private,
private? Just listen.

"P.S. Mom and Dad
are in San Francisco

this week on their
way to Hawaii.

"Saturday, they're
going to be in L.A.

"I wrote and told them to look
you up if they felt like it.

"You could meet them
if you want to.

No sweat, Jeff."
Daddy.

I fail to see why that
strikes terror in your heart.

What could he be thinking
of? Meet his parents?

Holy cow, I'm only wearing
his ring around my neck.

Sort of halfway going steady
is one thing,

but meeting a fella's parents
is something else.

Why? What difference
does that make?

What difference does
that make?

Oh, that's the switch of all
time-- I have to remind you.

Remind me of what?
I'm only 15 and a half.

So? I'm not ready
to get married.

♪ [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 ♪

Dad? Dad, wait.

If I have to meet Jeff's
parents alone,

the least you can do is
help me decide what to wear.

Gidget, for the last time, will
you use your own judgment?

I used my own
judgment. I reached

for my white skirt and sweater.

What's the matter with
that? White? White?

Oh, then all I
need is a veil and

someone to sing
"Oh, Promise Me."

Egads. Jeff's even got my

subconscious rushing
me into marriage.

If I ever heard
a casual suggestion--

"If you want to. If
you feel like it." Okay.

That's what he wrote
to me. What must

he have written
to his parents...

to make 'em rush into town
and call the very first thing?

They got here yesterday,
and Mrs. Matthews

didn't phone you until
11:30 this morning.

I would hardly call that
the very first thing.

Dad, this is no time
to split hairs. Fine.

Dad, come on now. Help
me. I'm serious. You look it.

Don't you even care what
kind of an impression I make?

Suppose they don't
approve of me. Suppose

they refuse to
come to the wedding.

What wedding?

When you read Jeff's letter,
you weren't ready for marriage.

Now you're galloping down
the aisle-- alone, I might add.

But someday, I'll be galloping
down the aisle with someone.

Oh. Suppose it
turns out to be Jeff?

It could, you know,
if I don't change my

mind, meet someone
new or marry anyone else.

Oh, well, when
you put it like that,

it's certainly a
definite possibility.

You see, that's why I have to

make exactly the
right impression.

Uh, not too old,
not too young.

You said the magic word.
[together] "Too young."

Right.
But only chronologically.

A girl can be a
lot older mentally

than she is chronologically.

[horn honking]

Della Mae.

And a girl can be a lot younger

mentally than she
is chronologically.

I'm glad we can end this

discussion on a
note of agreement.

All we've agreed about
is Della Mae.

Don't any of your smart students
ever get crushes on you?

It isn't really me they're
after. It's a passing grade.

Oh, hi, Professor,
Gidget, honey.

Professor, why don't you
let me give you a lift?

Then you can concentrate on
other things instead of drivin'.

Well, thanks, Della Mae,
but I'll need my car later.

Uh, but if you'd really like
to give somebody a lift,

Gidget has a luncheon date
at the Beverly Terrace Hotel.

Oh, well, I'd be glad to.
At your service, honey.

Me. Me. The ride's for me. Oh.

If I can get away
from my meeting soon

enough, I'll come
by and pick you up.

Thanks, Della.
Hey!

Aren't you even
gonna wish me luck?

Why? You know how
to say "Happy to meet

you," "Thank you,"
"Please pass the peas."

Yeah, but my
whole married in-law

life could depend
on the way I say it.

Wear the blue. It makes
you look days older.

I've already decided
on the white. Well, fine.

If Della Mae knows the lyrics to

"Oh, Promise
Me," you're all set.

[Gidget narrating] Not only
did he leave me with my problem,

he left me with his.

- Jim? Jim?
- [man] What?

Look. Look what
they've done to my hair.

Who? The beauty
salon downstairs.

Looks all right to me.
No, it's all wrong.

I said set it back,
so they set it forward.

Well, wherever they set it,
I like it.

Don't you think it makes me look old?
[sighs]

I mean older. Are
you on that kick again?

Yes, I am. Do you know there's a

convention of shoe
salesmen in this hotel?

There is?

I've been across that lobby at
least four times this morning,

and not one salesman--
not one--

Turned round and winked
or smiled or anything.

[huffs]

Do you know what
that means when a man

at a convention doesn't
look at a woman?

Means he's got
a pretty big hangover.

Well, that's very gallant,
but not necessarily true.

Forty. I don't feel 40.

It's awful to reach
an age and not

feel it. That's the
way it should be.

Never reach an age
until you feel it. Mm.

But kids make you feel it.
Like Jeff and this girl.

Oh, she'll make me feel
a hundred and three.

How can you be so sure?
Talking to her on the telephone.

So sweet and so polite. Wait and
see. She'll go the whole route.

Standing up when I
come into the room.

Stepping aside to let
me out of the elevator.

Calling me "ma'am."
The whole humiliating route.

That's not humiliating.
It's just showing respect.

That's all right when
you're prepared for it--

When you're 60, 70 or 80.

I suppose it is tough.

What do you mean you suppose?

It's so much harder on women.

You age so much faster.

Men grow just
more distinguished.

A touch of gray lights 'em up.

On a woman,
it means light's going out.

Since when?

Wait'll you start
having grandchildren.

That'll make up for it.

Well, I won't exactly
be having them alone.

They'll be your
grandchildren too, you know.

And aren't you
forgetting you're five

years older than I am?
[laughs]

[sighs] I know darling,
but I don't look it. Hmm.

When I go to the lobby, all the
young chicks give me the eye.

Older men appeal
to young girls.

You remember.
Jim.

This is a bad moment.
Mm-hmm.

It's a bad moment
in any woman's life--

The first time she feels age
creeping up on her. Yeah.

Now, I'll get over it,

but at the moment,
I need sympathy.

Oh, darling.
How can I sympathize...

when I don't know
how it feels?

Ooh!
Where are you going?

To the drugstore
for a headache powder.

Make you sure you get the kind
they make for senior citizens.

[horns honking]

Gee, we're--
We're awfully early.

About 20 minutes is all.

Maybe I could wait
in the lobby.

Why don't you come in?
I'll buy you a soda.

Honey, don't you
be nervous. Just

stop frettin' and
go on in there. I--

Twenty? Yeah, that's what
you said. Twenty minutes early.

20,000 men?
[horns honking continue]

Ooh, I wonder if
they're all here...

and if they're as attractive
as that one over there?

Huh?

Uh, honey, I think
I'd better come in with you.

I'll go park the car.
Okay.

I'll be right with
you, honey child.

Hurry up.

How did she know my name was

Honeychild? Herbert!
Herbert Honeychild!

[people laughing, chattering]

Root beer.
Make it a double.

Ah, here's a cute little doll.
[chuckles]

Oops. Throw her back.
Too young. Oh, fine.

Here, now, here.
Now we're cooking.

This is more like it.
[laughs]

If there's anything I like,
it's a real live redhead.

Especially one with
big, Bluey-green eyes.

Hmm?

What would you say if I said,

"Where have you
been all my life?"

[register dings] Oh. Thank
you. Thank you very much.

Uh, could we
buy you a drink?

But I want you to
know I appreciate

your asking me very much.

Uh, is that a yes or
a no? No. Thank you.

And thank you too.
I hope that one day

someone does as
much for your wife.

And your wife too.

Believe me, there'll come a
day when she'll be very grateful

to some strange man...

who comes up to her and says
what you've been saying to me.

Yeah, well, she'd better not let

me catch her.
Yeah. Mine neither.

What was that? I don't
know. She looked normal.

Boy, was that neat.
What a groovy put-down.

Has it always worked
that great?

I don't know. It's the first
time I tried it.

Greatest thing
I've ever seen. You

acted so nice to
them, so sincere.

Well, I was sincere.
I needed a few kind words.

Then you hit 'em
with the part about

the wife. Oh, that
really threw 'em.

I'll have to remember that.

- Must be nice.
- What?

To be the kind of
a woman that men

just can't help
but turn around...

and look at and wanna meet--

And don't decide that she's too

young and you have
to throw her back.

Boy, does being too young
ever get to be a liability.

Is it now?

I can't wait till I'm your age.

- My age?
- Yeah.

The perfect age, where
nobody can tell how

old or young you are
and could care less.

Like the movie stars,

where-where you
reach a certain point

and you just stay there forever.

Instead of, one minute,
being told you're a baby,

and then, the next,
having somebody

trying to make you
old before your time.

Who's trying to make you
old before your time?

My boyfriend and
his parents. Oh.

A meet like this,
you don't expect

to have till you're at least 20.

- A what like what?
- A meet...

with prospective in-laws.

Prospective in-laws?
For you?

Well, maybe they're not all that
prospective right this minute.

But you know something?

I've got a sneaking feeling
I am gonna marry Jeff someday.

- Jeff?
- That's his name.

So you see, this
meeting today with

his parents, it
counts-- counts a lot.

First impressions last.
Well, um,

occasionally people can
change their minds, you know.

Not his parents.
They're from the East.

You know how
stubborn easterners are.

Oh, yes.

Some of them are still
trying to surf the Atlantic.

Are they still?

Yeah. And that's how
it'll go with me.

One look at me, and
they'll decide I'm a baby.

And that's how they'll
think of me forever after.

What kind of a
chance will I have in

years to come if we
get in a family fight?

I hadn't thought about that.

Yeah. I like to think ahead.

Well, I'm sure that they'll
find you absolutely enchanting.

Hmm.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh! Ah!

Oh, dear.
Oh. Oh, swell.

In addition to everything else,
I'm gonna look like a slob.

What a shame.

But I promise you
that nobody will notice.

How can you be so sure? Well, I
have a sneaky feeling of my own.

There.

Well, good-bye and good luck.

I promise you
you won't need it though.

Thanks. Oh, and
thanks for the great

put-down, you know,
with the shoe salesmen.

Oh, yes.
[laughs]

toodles.
Bye.

[man whistles]

Hey.
Well, hello there.

Howdy. Yes, indeedy.
[chuckles]

Good day to you, too.
Hi.

Well, I do believe
you're following me.

Eh-- So I am.
Yes, uh, a little bit.

In another minute, I might
ask you to have a drink with me.

Oh.

I'll just have to
say no until my

little friend meets her friends.

Does that mean later? Well, it

certainly sounds
like it, doesn't it?

Later.

Very nice.

I'm gonna have to start
buying more shoes.

I thought you were supposed to
have such a mad crush on my dad.

Well, I do.

But modern psychologists
tell us, in order to

truly love one man,
you have to love 'em all.

You know something? I
think you're gonna make it.

I just happen to admire
good-looking, adorable men.

After all, they are
strangers in town,

and you wouldn't
want me to be rude or--

Why, honey,
whatever did you do?

I, uh-- I got in the way
of one of your strangers.

You know, you
oughta take a lesson

from this lady I just talked to.

She knew how to put down men

without being
the least bit rude.

Now you can't go meeting
Jeff's folks looking like that.

What else can I do?

Come on.
Where?

To change sweaters. You
wear mine. I'll wear yours.

Why, Della Mae, that's
downright generous of you.

Oh, that's all right.
Nobody's gonna

notice a little old
root beer stain on me.

What were you saying about
what lady? How wasn't she rude?

Well--
Oh.

Forget it.

Jim, just for once, do as I say
and don't ask any questions.

I'm supposed to go down to
the lobby and look for a girl...

in a white skirt and sweater
with a root beer stain on it?

That's right. Get in a
conversation. Put her at ease.

You been drinking?
I have not.

You've got to be drunk to expect

me to walk up to
a strange woman--

Child. and talk to her and
put her at her ease yet.

Wh-What is she gonna think?

She isn't gonna think anything.
She's gonna be too nervous.

But this way you get a chance to

meet her the way
I did. No, Laura.

Jim, please? Well,
when you put it that way.

No.
Oh.

All right, spoilsport.

It's Jeff's girl.
What?

Yes. Now, I'm not gonna
tell you anything else.

Now will you do it? Well,
why didn't you say so?

'Cause it spoils the fun.

Just be perfectly
natural with her, and

then when we do
introduce ourselves to her,

she won't have to behave
any other way. Uh-huh.

And she's darling.
She is, huh?

Mm-hmm. And she thinks
I'm the perfect age.

How did she put it? An age
where no one can figure out...

just how old you are
or how young.

And nobody cares. She
was drinking too, huh?

Not that one.
What?

This one.
Why?

It doesn't make you look,
uh, quite so, uh--

Quite so what?
Um, stodgy, settled.

Uh, what's the word?
Um--

Fresh. That's the word.
[laughs]

I don't know, Della.
I don't seem to take

up as much room in
your sweater as you do.

Well, it's better than
having it too tight, honey.

Yeah, I know what you mean.
But do you?

Oh, where are
those house phones?

I can't put off calling
the Matthews much longer.

Did you ever
notice what beautiful

eyes the short ones all have?

Della, cut that out. Goodness'

sakes. I'm just
trying to be nice.

Well, if you have
to be nice, can't you

be nice like the lady
in the drugstore?

You know--
[sighs]

Um, may I have Mr. and Mrs.
Matthews' suite, please?

Oh, this thing.
[gasps] Look

at that one. Isn't
he attractive?

Oh, I just love 'em when they
get that age, like your dad.

Oh, brother.
Bye-bye.

Where are you going,
Della? Window-shopping.

Can't you wait with me till I
meet them? I need a friend.

Well, all right.
Mrs. Matthews. Hi.

This is Frances Lawrence. How

have you been?
I'll be going now.

You have them on
the telephone. I'm here.

Would you like me to come
right up? You don't need me.

Shh! Oh, no, no. Not you, Mrs.

Matthews. You don't
need me anymore.

Uh. Oh, you want me
to wait in the lobby? Yeah.

You're coming right down?
Well-- Well, how will I know--

She hung up.
Good-bye, honey.

Della, wait with me. They're
coming right down. I'm scared.

Well-- Oh, look!

Oh, Della, this sweater
just isn't gonna work.

I think I'm better off
with the root beer. Come on.

Am I mistaken, or is he
finally lookin' over here?

Della, come on,
please? Well, honey,

if the man wants
to be sociable--

Either come right now,
or I'll tell my dad and--

And you'll never pass English.

But he's already comin' over.

Well, then, get
rid of him quick,

or it's an unconditional "F."

But I don't know how. Well, like
the lady in the drugstore did.

First-- First, thank him and
tell him how grateful you are.

That's G-R-A-T-E-F--
as in "flunk"-- U-L.

[whispering] Then hit him
with the line about the wife.

Hurry up. I want
my sweater. All right.

I wonder if you could be
the little girl I'm looking for.

Well, I could've been if
you weren't so all-fired slow.

Slow? I don't understand.

Otherwise, a distinguished,
good-looking man like you,

I'd been real happy to make your

acquaintance.
[whispers] Thank him.

Thank him.
Who?

Oh, but I do appreciate
your askin'.

Asking? Asking what?

[whispers] Grateful. Grateful.

- Grateful?
- I'm so grateful.

His wife.
Wife.

I-I hope your wife has as
much luck. My-My-- My wife?

Although why a woman married
to a handsome man like you...

has to be out looking for
compliments from strange men

is more than what I
can figure out.

Strange? What are you
talking about, young woman?

You can't be the girl I'm--
Is that root beer?

If you're gonna
get personal. Now

what did you mean about my wife?

What wife? My wife. Did
she put you up to this?

You mean to tell me you have
a wife

and you're looking to strike
an acquaintance with me?

No wonder your wife
is looking for strange men.

She is not looking
for strange men.

Furthermore, I wouldn't
be the least bit happy...

to make your acquaintance if
I had known you were married.

I draw the line
at married men.

[chattering, arguing]
Now, now,

just a minute! Just a minute!

Why, you oughta be
ashamed of yourself. I--

And you old enough to be my

grandfather. All
I was trying to--

Grand-- Grandfather?
[all] Yeah! That's right!

[Gidget narrating] I needed this

like I needed a
hole in the head.

Under the circumstances, there

was only one
thing for me to do--

What any other
normal, red-blooded

American teenager would do--

Run.

[elevator bell dings]
[people shouting]

Hey, just a minute. Take it
easy. You got troubles, honey?

- Who are you?
- Oh, am I glad to see you.

I tell you. This
lobby just isn't

safe for a young
girl like myself.

All those married men running
around, preying on young girls,

neglecting their wives.

I'll bet you don't
even sell shoes.

I certainly do not!

And what's wrong with selling shoes?
[chattering, arguing]

Hold it! Will you please
stay out of this?

Why don't you run along,
Dad? Who are you calling Dad?

[chattering, arguing continue]

Oh. Oh, ma'am, am I
ever glad to see you.

You see, my friend, she's in big

trouble. This man
tried to pick her up.

Then I tried to tell her like
you did, and it didn't work.

What?
[chattering, arguing continues]

Easy, Pop. I don't
wanna have to slug you.

All I know is...

if that's root beer, I'm
entitled to an explanation.

Oh, he's asking for it!

You're asking
for it. Oh, if they

ever hear about
this in Tennessee--

Oh!
[shouting]

Oh. Where's your sweater?

To be honest, ma'am, I couldn't
care less about my sweater.

What'll I do about my friend?

What am I gonna do about
my husband? Husband?

Jim, you've got
the wrong girl!

Jim! Jim! Jim!
You've got the wrong girl!

Jim, this is Gidget.
[gasps] You're Jeff's parents.

What's going on?
Some old goat is

trying to pick up a young girl.

Huh?

I've been looking
all over for you.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm
sorry about that. You're--

- Gidget!
- [Jim] Gidget!

Gidget! Oh! Daddy!

[stammers] Oh!

My, this was just
such a lovely afternoon.

And, Professor, the way you came
charging through that crowd.

I had no idea you were in
such good condition. I wasn't.

Sorry about that, old man.

Yeah, I'm sorry
about that, old man.

You know, I still can't
believe you, Mrs. Matthews.

You really have a
19-year-old son? Yes, I do.

Well, he's my son
too. You I can believe.

I've had all I can take from
you. I wanna tell you something.

I've-I've-- Jim, stop
it. It's over. Forget it.

It wouldn't have
started if you hadn't

sent me-- I was minding
my own business.

I'm certain you were.

Heaven knows I had
nothing to do with it.

- If you ask me--
- Gidget.

Oh, certainly.
Stop it.

What I was going to say is,
all's well that ends well.

Do you call this ending well? Very nice.
[muttering]

Well, what I meant is,
this started out to be...

a dull, formal luncheon
for three, didn't it?

Yeah.
Yeah.

And look how it ended up--
just one great big happy war.

Well, she-- she certainly
has something there.

Oh, Gidge, for heaven's
sake, there's no-- But, Dad.

- There's no point.
- Do you wanna stand

in front of your classes
tomorrow like that?

With your eye all
black and blue? No.

Then sit down and let me
fix it for you.

Aren't Jeff's parents wonderful?
Yeah, they were nice. Oh.

Shows you, doesn't
it? Prospective

in-laws can be fantastic.

The whole trick is
to catch them unaware.

Meet them before
they're prospective

in-laws so they're
still human beings.

- Is that what I mean?
- I don't know what you mean.

But what are you doing?

Well, I'm looking for
the first aid booklet.

I know it's hot or cold
applications when it happens...

and the exact opposite
afterwards,

but which?

But have no fear.
If we can't find the booklet,

we'll play it safe
and do both.

- Oh, fine. Hey, Gidge.
- What?

Forget it. My eye's not
gonna be black and blue.

It's not? Nope. It's gonna
be green and purple.

Oh, Dad.
Ooh.

[Gidget narrating] Isn't he the greatest? Hey.

I just happened
to think: Any guy

who marries me is
gonna end up with

Dad as a father-in-law.

How's that for
hitting the jackpot?