All language subtitles for Gidget.S01E24.Ring.a.Ding.Dingbat.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track4_[eng]

[woman screaming]

[screaming]

What is it? What's the
matter? Just practicing. Watch.

[all screaming]

[screaming continues]

Really. These teenagers
nowadays are ridiculous.

Including yours,
beloved truly, no doubt.

Gidge, you have to remember,
things were a lot different

way back when Annie
was a teenager.

They didn't have
time for screaming

at the Dingbats. No, we did not.

They were too busy screaming
at Elvis Presley.

Through the ages, the hysterical

symptom of the
teenage rebellion--

- Worship of the unacceptable.
- Oh, here we go, folks.

Sigmund "Fraud"
and his electric couch.

What you're really doing is

striking back at
parental authority.

- At Daddy?
- No, just a nick.

[man on TV] And that's the
big news in Los Angeles tonight.

The Dingbats are
here. Exactly where

they're staying, no
one seems to know.

And perhaps if us parents
get lucky, we'll never find out.

Good night.

If the parents wish
to destroy the idols,

all they'd have to
do is to accept them.

Become fans. You mean we only

like them because
they hate them?

Russ, what is your honest
opinion of the Dingbats?

Why, I think they're twitching.

Uh-huh.

They twitch as
if they're playing

those electric guitars
with wet hands.

[laughing]

♪ [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 ♪

We'd better get
working on the dance

decorations. What's
more important to you?

A high school dance
or your own sense

of personal identity
and integrity?

The dance. We're the
decoration committee, remember?

You don't care that you might
be batty over the Dingbats

just because your parents
hate them.

Like some protest.
That doesn't bother you?

Listen. We disagree
on a lot of things.

They can't stand the way I wear

my hair, the way
I talk or dress.

You should see my father when he
opens the door and it's Stanley.

Well, I, for one,
want to know that I

do what I do
because I want to do it.

Not just because I'm
protesting or rebelling.

Like?

Like I want to meet the Dingbats

face-to-face and
see how I really feel.

No, I know how I feel. I
want to know why I feel it.

You better take
that thing off. I

think your head just got cooked.

We could find them
if we really concentrated.

If we really
concentrated, we could

come up with a
theme for the dance...

and get the
decorations made. Yeah.

Hey, I've got it. Kill two
birds with one stone.

What better decorations
than autographed pictures

of the Dingbats all
over the place?

There are times when
I think you're a genius.

And those are the times when
I get in the most hot water.

Come one, come all,
to the Ring-A-Ding Dingbats.

Okay, okay.
So how do we find them?

How does one find
buried treasure?

With a shovel? No.
With a treasure map.

Oh, you're kidding. Everyone
in town is looking for them,

and you think they've
got it marked on a map.

Helpful Hannah says they're
staying at some big star's home.

Yeah, but which one?

I don't know. We just drive by
every one and use our intuition.

Our intuition,
my gas.

Hail to thee, blithe
spirits. Oh, hi.

We'd like to buy
a map. Oh, well,

now, uh, which one will it be?

Uh, the $1.00
or-- or the $2.00?

We'll take the $1.00.
What's the difference?

Well, the $2.00
one is autographed.

Whose autograph?

Desiree Amore.

We'll take the one. Uh,
the one with your autograph.

Oh, well, thank you.

It's always such a pleasure
meeting a fan.

There you are.
Thank you, dear.

Bye.
Bye-bye.

I'm not gonna say a word about
it. Not one single word. Good.

Just open that $2.00,
hand-autographed

map that you bought
with half of my money.

Anytime you're through
not talking about it. Okay.

Let's see. Here's
Sunset Boulevard,

and here are the Bel-Air gates.

Hey, there's one of
the star's homes. Yeah.

Who's Helen Twelvetrees?
I don't know. Oh, here's one.

Clara Bow? Rudolph Valentino.
Boy, did we get taken.

Well, look at it this way.

I bet we've got
the only autograph

in the country of--
of Desiree Amore.

Honestly, of all the--
Shh. I'm thinking.

Oh, that's it. I thought
my brakes need realigning.

[door opens] Whoo!

Whoo! Is that for me? Hardly.

How do you know
I don't live here?

Because I look more like

Elizabeth Montgomery
than you do.

Hey, they really are
"floriste" to the stars.

So?
So?

[Gidget narrating] There
are times I amaze even myself.

The idea I had for tracking
down the Dingbats was so good,

it was hard to believe no one
ever thought of it before.

I guess those big brains
don't dig pop music.

♪ [humming]

Are you in charge here?

Well, sometimes the tiger lilies

put up a good fight,
but we manage.

[chuckling] Oh,
we are not interested

in an ad in the school paper.

- Oh, no, no, that's not-- -
And Le Fleur de Beverly Hills...

never puts posters
in the window.

But--

No matter what good cause it's
for. Is our business concluded?

[giggles] Oh, Liz Montgomery
did say he was amusing.

Liz Montgomery?

Yes. I admired a floral
display you did for her.

You know, asters, irises,
orchids, touches of lavender.

Yes. Yes.

And she told me the bewitching
Mr. Goodpasture did it.

She did?

Of course. Liz is
a very generous girl.

Of course. Of course. You're

interested in a
similar arrangement?

Oh, Liz would
never forgive me.

Well, of course, of course.
I-I didn't mean the same kind.

Forty-five dollars?
Oh, isn't it amazing?

So reasonable for
such elegant work.

Oh, well, thank you.
Thank you.

Oh, perhaps if you
told me the occasion?

Anniversary, birthday,
debut, hmm? Oh, no, no.

It's sort of a-a welcome to our
shores to two British friends.

British friends.
Yes. Right.

Oh, yes, yes. I have
the perfect suggestion.

Uh, two guitars made of
orchids, the teensy Cymbidium.

Oh, marvelous.
Just brilliant.

Well, thank you,
thank you. Of course,

I had something simpler in mind.

Simpler, hmm?

I've got it.
A rose.

A single,
yellow rose.

One rose?

But a perfect rose.

Trembling on the verge of
unfolding when it arrives.

Oh, can you see
their faces when--

We do not deliver under $20.

May I see the rose?

Oh, yes, of course.
Yes, yes, of course.

How much have we got left
out of the decoration money?

Oh, about 22--
You wouldn't?

That's not our money.
For one rose--

Well, well, well,
well, well. Here it is.

And it's a doozy. Oh,
you've done it again.

Oh, thank you,
thank you.

This will be delivered
within the hour?

Oh, yes, of course. The truck
should be back in seconds.

Marvelous. Marvelous. Thank you.

May I have that in a clear
glass vase, please?

Oh, well, uh, may I suggest
a box? You see, it's a--

Clear glass.
Indeed. Clear glass.

Do you wish me
to enclose a card?

Oh, no, no.
They'll know who it is.

I mean, who else would send the
Dingbats a single, yellow rose?

Yes, of course.
Who else?

Oh, e-excuse me.
Excuse me, please.

The address where they're
staying? Oh, I assumed you knew.

Oh, I-I-I-I do.
Uh, that is, we deliver.

I mean, I'm supposed to ask.
But I'm not supposed to tell.

Certainly. I understand.

It will be delivered within
the hour, Miss, uh-- Miss, uh--

I don't believe
I caught the name.

Oh, but I-- I didn't
throw it. Ta-ta.

Cheerio.

Twenty bucks for
one moth-eaten petunia.

If you were gonna steal
the dance money,

you could have at least
gotten something jazzy.

They're closin' the doors.
Let's get in the car.

Count five and then
pull out real slow.

He's waiting out there! Duck!

Gidget Airlines.
The only way to fly.

[Gidget narrating] Even if I do say so

myself, the one rose
was a brilliant idea.

No mistaking it for
one of those man-made

jungles he was
delivering all over town.

[Larue] Well, we made it this far.

There goes your yellow rose--
right into San Quentin.

So there's a little gate.
Big deal. Little gate?

[dog barking] Someone's coming.

[barking continues]

[barking continues]

Well, good-bye, autographed
pictures. Good-bye, $20.

Good-bye, Dingbats.
Good-bye, Charlie.

I've got an idea.
Good-bye, Gidget.

Okay, I'll do it
alone. I'll take full

responsibility for
the 20, for everything.

Good-bye, Larue.
Hello, sucker.

[Gidget narrating] Whoever said you

gotta spend money
to make money...

hit the piggy bank
on the head.

So back we went with Larue's

lifesavings for
nine more maps...

and plunged into the world
of big business.

The first sale
is the toughest.

But it was one down
and nine to go.

And with every sale
came the loyalty oath--

The Dingbats' whereabouts
was gonna remain

the exclusive secret of
a small, select group.

I mean, if word like this ever

leaked out to the
female community,

Bel-Air could fast become
a disaster area,

to say nothing of what would

happen to our
nice little business.

Okay now, 20 for
the dance-decoration money,

one for me, uh,10
for Larue's piggy bank...

and 19 to be divided
by the stockholders.

Boy, if we were
really greedy types, we

could make a
fortune at five a throw.

Now we agreed just
10 discreet customers.

Yeah. You think
Wendy Weinberg is

really discreet?
Are you kiddin' me?

She's so closed mouthed, I didn't
even know she wore braces...

till the other day when
she screamed. Yeah.

[phone rings]

Mm. C'est moi.

Oh, hi. Nancy?

Oh, just sittin' around.

You want to know
if what is true?

Oh, who told you
a silly thing like that?

[together] Wendy
Weinberg. Right.

She swore you to secrecy,
huh? Showed you the map?

Now listen, Nancy, if you
tell a soul-- You swear?

Well, sure I trust you.
What choice have I got?

Yeah. Tootles.

Discreet, closemouthed
Wendy Weinberg.

We should have
soldered her braces.

Hey, girls. They just
announced-- What's that?

Oh, that? Money.

Well, even a
teacher can recognize

the stuff. Where
did it come from?

Well, a little
business deal.

Okay.

I came in to tell you
they announced an

interview with the
Dingbats on the news.

I thought you'd be--
[both screaming]

Interested.

[man] Perhaps the
best-guarded secret

aside from Jack Benny's
age in Hollywood today.

Our news department was
granted this exclusive interview

to explain the reason...

for the secrecy surrounding
the Dingbats' whereabouts.

For those of you who don't know,
the Dingbats' real names are

Arthur and Herbie.

They're also Arthur and Herbie
for those of you who do know,

which is a coincidence
as me old mum used to say.

[man] That was Herbie.

Well, boys, I feel privileged
being asked here this evening.

But I must admit, I'm as
curious as everyone out there...

as to the mystery,
all the secrecy.

What's the story? I'm
getting married tomorrow.

Married?

Actually, it's not like
losing a partner.

It's more like gaining
a private hotel room.

Come on, Herbie. Sorry, mate.
Anyway, that's the mystery.

They thought they'd like just
a nice quiet wedding

with a bit of time
for themselves.

[man] Well, I'm sure your
fans can understand that.

I know, as a performer,
I owe 'em so much, but--

Well, Ellen is shy,
and if we could

just have this one day... off?

Well, I don't think that's
too much to ask, do you?

One quiet, private day
for a young couple in love.

And now back
to our newsroom.

[clicks off] You
know, sometimes

I feel sorry for those boys.

Performers do owe something to

their public, you
know. Oh, true.

I mean, listen, without fans,

there'd be no
stars, right? Right.

And vice-versa. I mean, they're
rich. Everybody loves them.

I should be so unlucky.

You've got
something that all the

money and all that
worship can't buy.

Your right just to be a kid.

Well, if they wanted that, they

shouldn't have gone
into show business.

[phone rings] I'll get it.

[rings]

Lawrence residence. No,
this is Larue. Uh, Gidge.

You sure there isn't
something you want to tell me?

Well, like what?
[Larue] Oh, no.

Oh, chip on the shoulder, the
money on the bed. Anything?

Gidget, that was
Wendy Weinberg's cousin.

One of the triplets.

Oh.

[snoring]

If anyone sees any reason...

for these two people not to be

joined together in
Holy Matrimony--

[crowd shouting, screaming]

let him speak now.

[shouting, screaming]

Larue?
[snores] Oh,10 more minutes, Mom.

Ten more--
What are you doing up?

We've got to go over there
and warn them.

Maybe they can move
the wedding someplace else.

It's still dark out. With the
way that word was spreading,

you know what will happen the
minute it starts to get light.

Now, come on, we've got
to give 'em a fighting chance.

Well, what about the dogs?

Well, like the man said,
it's in the bag. Oh, good.

Larue.
Okay, okay. Okay.

Here.

- [twigs snapping]
- Shh!

Shh! Shh!

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Larue, think positive
for once in your life.

Okay. I'm positive
I'm gonna be sick.

[barking]

Here, doggies. Nice doggies.

Here-Here's Aunt Larue
with numma-num.

[barking, growling]

[barking continues in distance]

[growling, barking]

[object clatters]

Burglar.

You're not a burglar. Oh, no,
you're a-- You're a teenager.

Um, I-I'm Gidget
Lawrence. And you're Shen

Walters, the Dingbats'
manager, right?

How did you find out
where we are?

Well, I guess I've got one
of those over active minds.

Bully, Shen. You've
caught her... rose-handed.

The Bel-Air
Bouquet Burglar.

Well, I sent this.

Ahh, and you've come
to water it. What a love.

Now save the jokes.
Do you know what this means?

Now look, kid, I don't know what
you think you're doing here,

but I don't want any--
I came to help.

But I'd rather give
my message directly

to the Dingbats,
if you don't mind.

Now that will be
impossible.

Unless of course
you'd like to tell me?

No, I don't. This happens to
be something terribly important

that the Dingbats would--

[gasps]

But you don't look
like a Dingbat.

Well, neither do you.
It's a joke, love.

You know we don't wear
the muffs beddy-bye.

I hate to interrupt the social
hour, but you did say urgent.

Well, it could be.
[tires squealing]

Oh. All right, all right,
let's have it.

Well, it-- It could
be just 11 very

discreet fans and
one set of triplets.

On the other hand,
it could be--

[all screaming man] 1,200
frothing, fighting, female fans.

And they're still coming from
the reports we've just received.

Sounds like that quiet, little

wedding was just
a slender dream.

Maybe we can sneak off
the grounds somehow?

If we weren't in costume-- It

took you a while
to recognize me.

Yeah, and without the wigs--
Oh, forget it.

The minute they'd
see a car-- Oh.

Hey, hold the phone.
Yeah.

Hold what, where? Who?
What, huh? Well, you see, Shen--

Wait a second! Someone's
got to get Larue off that wall.

Oh, we'll get-- we'll get that
later. Turn around a moment.

[both] It'll work.
What will work?

Arthur, now cool it.
Everything's gonna be all right.

Well?

[all screaming]

Whoo! Well, we-- We
did it. And escaped.

Yeah.
Really, thanks, girls.

That was the nicest wedding

present you could
have given them.

Well, ta-ta.
Bye.

Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.

Bye. toodles.
Ta-ta. Cheerio.

[both sighing]

Home--

Home, sweet home.
I'm pooped.

Me too. But it was kind of
fun being Dingbat for a day.

Dingbats!
[screaming]

Hey, it's Gidget! Gid--

What in the-- I
have been worried

sick. Where have you been?

What are you doing in those
get-ups? Playing pied piper.

But he was lucky. All he
had to worry about were rats.

[door opens]

This is addressed to
the Bel-Air Bouquet Burglar...

from two loyal fans.
Ohh!

The pictures!

Oh, it was all worthwhile
after all... almost.

You know, I feel
like I've had a crash

course in growing up.
[chuckles]

How about an oral exam, Prof?

Fire away.
Okay.

One-- It isn't as much fun being
a big star as it sounds. Mm-hmm.

Two-- There's no such thing
as 10 discreet fans.

All the money goes back,
every penny of it. Check.

And three--

I'm not so sure if
I know the answer

to three or not.
What's the question?

Do I do what I do
because I want to

or just because I'm rebelling
against parental authority?

Oh, now, well, that's
a multiple-choice one.

The answers are yes, no
and so what? All correct.

You mean you don't
care? Everybody's

rebelling against something.

Teenagers rebel against
themselves mostly--

The part that wants to remain a
child against the grown-up part.

Yeah. And parents? Oh, they
rebel against a lot of things.

Mostly against growing older.
[chuckles]

But I think
we'll both survive.

I hate to be a
bragging daughter,

but I must have
raised him right.

I mean, how many
other parents dig the

difference between
rebelling and revolting?