All language subtitles for Gidget.S01E25.Love.and.the.Single.Gidget.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track4_[eng]

You're probably wondering what
I wanted to talk to you about.

Well, I feel we should
have a mature discussion...

about my going to
Oceanside for the

surfing championships
this weekend.

I realize I'll be gone
overnight, but before Dad left,

he gave me permission,
if it's all right with you.

And anyway, Larue
and the gang are all

going down, and
it'll be a fun weekend.

Not an orgy or anything.

So, Sis, it's up
to you and John.

Well?

Well, you sold me.
Maybe it'll work.

You're probably wondering what
I wanted to talk to you about.

The surfing championships
at Oceanside this weekend.

I feel we should have
a mature discussion about--

About--

Yes, the surfing
championships. Right.

- Were you planning to go?
- Planning to--

- Well, you know what Dad said.
- He left it up to us.

After a mature discussion,
we decided it was a good idea.

You did?

Yes. It should be
a fun weekend.

Yeah. Are you kids
feeling all right?

John, whatever I
may have thought

about you, I take it back.

And as for you, super sister!
[shouts]

[door closes]

Step one-- check.
I feel sneaky.

Why? Gidget gets
her big weekend and

we maintain control
of the situation.

She was absolutely
delighted.

What did she mean by taking
back what she thought about me?

♪ [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 ♪

Twenty-five dollars-- cash.

And all you have to do is keep a

sort of big-brotherly
eye on her.

Uh, without her knowing about
it. Yeah, I understand, uh--

Well, my girl won't be able
to get down for the weekend,

so I will be free.

She's a cute kid.

All right,
it's a deal.

John, Mrs. Cooper, don't worry

about a thing.
I'll look after her.

Okay. Thanks.

In my considered opinion, old
buddy, you are a flipperooney.

Twenty-five pieces
of bread.

Scott, Oceanside and
the surfing championship?

I mean, that's gonna be like

Australia, man.
Bunnies everywhere.

Look, Scott, you're entered
in the championship,

and you're gonna babysit
on the side?

No sweat. Remember Sally can't
make it down for the weekend?

So I'll be free,
and I got a plan.

Ignore 'em.

For the first
three minutes anyway.

There she is.
Yeah.

Wish me luck.

Hey.

Do you know who that is?
Scott Baker.

What? Gidget, that's Scott

Baker, and he's
coming toward us.

Oh, don't be silly.
Gidget, he's smiling at you.

That's ridiculous.
He's probably looking at--

I was looking at you.

- Me?
- You.

You wouldn't have
any idea where I

dropped my ID.
bracelet, would you?

You mean this?

That's it. Thanks.

My name is Scott Baker.

Oh. [stammering] Me-- Gidget.

Uh, me Scott.
Hi, Gidget.

Hi. Uh, these
are my friends.

- Uh, this is Larue--
- [Scott] Larue.

- [Gidget] and Ellen--
- [Scott] Ellen.

And Betty.
Betty.

My friends.

As I was saying, hi, Gidget. Hi.

Maybe you could help me
with another problem.

My date couldn't make
it down for the weekend,

so here I am
all alone by myself.

Gee. That's too bad.

That's what I said.
And then I saw you. Me?

You. So to help me with
my problem, I'd, uh--

I'd like you to be
my date for the weekend.

Your date?
I mean, your date!

My date. You and me.
Scott and Gidget.

I'll be, uh, surfing most of the

day, but there is
a dance tonight.

- What do you say?
- Me?

Me and you at
the dance tonight?

You do dance?
Oh, sure.

I love to dance.
Crazy about it.

Well, actually--

Actually, Scott, I--

I think it would
be fun, Scott.

It's a date, Scott.

Okay. Uh,
you better keep this.

Remember now, Gidget, you're
my date, so stick around, huh?

I wanna know where
you're at, okay?

Yeah, okay. Sure.
Okay.

I'll see you kids
later. I'm about

due for the, uh, first round.

Wow.

You rang? Something is working.

Well, my name's
Richie Ryan.

Well, aren't you
going to introduce

me to your friends? Oh, yeah.

This is Ellen, Betty, Larue,
and this is Gidget.

Gidget.
Well, well, well.

Well, Gidget, are you interested
in sharing a wealth of fun?

- In other words, would
you like-- I'm very sorry.

I already have a date.

[scoffs] Break it.
Move up in class.

Boy, are you wiped out.
Thank you all the same, Richie,

but I wanna go and
watch the next set.

Well, pardon me,
Cleopatra.

Want a little
indigestion?

No, thanks, Richie.
I'm not hungry.

This could be only
the beginning, you know.

Hamburgers, French fries, jumbo

malts. I'm known
as the lavish type.

Richie, I told you.
I already have a date.

Now write me off your list.
Nothing personal. I'm just busy.

Hiya, Scott!
Beautiful run!

Are you sure you don't want
some French fries? No, thanks.

[exhales] The water's like
ice. How about something to eat?

Oh, great.
I'm starved.

That appetite sure came
back in a rush, didn't it?

So long, stranger.
I'll, uh, wait

till I hear that from Gidget.

You just heard it
from the top, huh?

♪ [jazz]

You know, you're a very
good dancer. Thanks.

And a very pretty girl.

Uh, could I cut in please?
You mustn't hoard the wealth.

How about a break, huh?
Thanks.

Another one, please.
So, how you holdin' up?

Listen, I'm having
a very good time.

Gidget is not only a nice girl,
but she's, uh, well, alive.

These days, all the girls
seem to be handmade copies...

of everyone from
Liz Taylor to Joan Baez.

But Gidget-- Gidget,
she's an original.

She needs watching over like a
football stadium needs wheels.

[clears throat]

Well, hello again.
Not the Richie Ryan?

Now don't panic, dear.
I forgive you.

Now why don't we
cut out of here and

find a place with
a little action?

Richie Ryan, the one-man
riptide. Not tonight, dear.

Where's Scott?
Oh, he'll be back.

Excuse me, Mel. I, uh-- I
think I'm up to bat again.

Do you mind?

Bye.

♪ [ends]
[applause]

♪ [new song]

Sally. Oh, my gosh.
Nice to see you too, Mel.

I guess you two
weren't expecting me.

Uh-- Well, Sally,
as I recollect,

you told Scott that you were

gonna drop him
on his pointy head.

And then you stated that
you thought he was insensitive,

selfish and devious.

It was devious, wasn't it?

Then you stated,
under oath, you'd rather

spend the weekend in
traction than see him.

Uh, no. No, we weren't expecting
you. Well, I can't blame you.

Mel, I-- I cooled down. And
I want to make up with Scott.

Who's that?

Oh, the, uh--
That's, uh,

a girl.
No.

[Sally] Well, I would've
said she's a postage stamp.

And special delivery,
the way she sticks to Scott.

Scott?

Hello, dear.

Oh. I got your message,
friend. Cut in on again.

Hey, thank you.

Sally, baby, what are
you doing here? I-- I--

You forgave me?
You dog.

If I wasn't passion's slave.

Forgive me back, and
all's square. You're forgiven.

Speaking of babies--

Isn't she a little
young for you?

Uh, well, yes.

- You see,
actually, it's all very

simple and, uh--
- But I'm not.

- So make it a good explanation.
- Sally.

Uh, would you excuse me
for a minute, please?

Go right ahead, dance.

Richie, not now.

What's the matter,
Gidget? Trouble

with your big date?
[sighs]

Actually, it's a job--
The girl, I mean.

Oh, come on.

Sally, she's a kid.

Sally, really, honestly.
Scout's honor.

That kid, Gidget-- You know, her

family's paying him
25 bucks cash money.

- For exactly what?
- To police her.

[Mel] Scott's
just babysitting.

[Sally] Babysitting?

For a teenager?

- Gidget, listen, I--
- I did. I listened.

You're sort of like an
undercover agent, huh, Scott?

My very own.

Congratulations, Scott.
Very smooth.

Except I think you dropped
this in the wrong place.

If you needed $25 so much,
you could've just asked me.

You didn't have to con
me for it. You didn't have to.

[kids chattering]

[sighs]

Where can he be?

I went up the beach
as far as the rocks.

Scott, that's enough. She's not
a child. No, no. She's a girl.

And I hurt her.
I humiliated her.

I know, but--
but it's all out now.

Let the poor kid alone.
She'll be okay.

Gidget is my responsibility.
And I'm your girl.

Sal, bear with me, huh?

[Gidget narrating] I wanted to vanish.

Just be nobody
nowhere at all.

In books, when
something terrible

happens, you're
supposed to feel numb.

I wasn't numb.
I hurt.

I really thought that Scott--
that he liked me.

That slurky Gleek!

Gidge.
Where have you been?

I went everywhere
twice and collected

half the sand from
here to San Francisco.

I was afraid you'd done
something desperate.

I couldn't think of anything
desperate enough to do.

Thanks for the smelling salts,

Larue. They came
in handy after all.

Oh, Gidge.
It isn't that bad.

Besides, it's
all over anyway.

All over?
Yeah.

There's a bus back to L.A.
in about 12 minutes.

You can't go.
That'd be like running out.

That's what I'm doing-- running.
And that's the direction-- out.

Gidget, it'd be like it happened
to all of us if you wipe out.

Well, I was
wiped out, Larue,

by Scott Baker, your friendly
neighborhood assassin.

So I'm running home.

With Ellen's necklace, Betty's
pumps and my smelling salts.

You can't duck out with
all of our stuff. Oh, Larue.

Besides, we'd miss you.

I can't go back
to that dance with

all those people staring at me.

What do they know?
Everything.

News like this spreads
like poison ivy.

Well, who cares
about them? You can't

let a slurky male
get the better of you.

Rise above him!

Well, I-- Come on,
Gidge. Show 'em all!

[exhales] You're right, Larue.

Besides, running away
wouldn't prove anything...

except maybe defeat.

Gidge, you're
a profile in courage.

You had us all worried there,
especially Scott. Naturally.

If anything happened
to me, he'd have a

hard time collecting
from Anne and John.

[sighs]

♪ [jazz]

[sighs] The police haven't seen her.

She's back.

Excuse me.
Gidget?

Gidget, listen!

Well, well, well.

I do believe Ryan's inning
is coming up.

Are you really interested
in that kid? Wise up, man.

What kind of a
wild child is it that

needs her own private
probation officer?

Believe me, this Gidget
has gotta be a swinger.

You know, I think I'm just about ready to pitch.
[clink]

Gidget, I--
Not the real Richie Ryan?

In person and in pursuit.
Gidget, listen to me.

I think we still have a few
offers open. Gidget, I wanna--

Baker, isn't it?
Or was the name Brutus?

You nearly gave me
heart failure.

Oh? Oh, of course.
Your 25 pieces of silver.

Cut-rate price there, Baker.
You should've held out for 30.

Come on, Gidget. I'm
sorry. I really am sorry.

So am I, Scott.

As I was saying. No.
As I was saying. Let's go.

You can play with this baby wolf

anytime. I wanna
talk to you now.

Why don't you
write it down, put it in

a bottle and drop
it off of the pier?

And follow it in.

Scott, I have had
it. I didn't come

down here to cheer
your social work.

Sally, will you try to
understand? You understand.

Me or problem child,
period.

There she is.
I rebuilt this baby myself.

380 horses,
three-quarter race cam,

fuel injection, plus
all the luxuries.

Now you name
a destination.

Well, frankly, I'm a little
hungry. Me too. Me too.

You want something way out?
Well, how about just a sandwich?

And then maybe we could go to a

show or another
dance or something.

Ah, I know just the place.
Good music, good food,

crowd couldn't be better
and atmosphere.

Out of my way.
Ryan's a-roamin'.

But first we're gonna lose that

watchdog of yours.
[engine starts]

Gidget!

[tires squealing]

You are just the guy
I wanna see.

[tires squealing]

Well, how's that for
fancy wheel work? Great.

I feel like I just finished
first in the Indianapolis 500.

Well, I wanted to make sure
we, uh, lost your watchdog.

Anyway, uh,
three minus one makes two,

the best number.

Uh, don't you think we oughta get going?
[clears throat]

Where?

That little place you mentioned.

We're here.

- What?
- This is it.

You said we're gonna
get something to eat

and then-- Right you
are. Right you are.

Something to eat.
The galley.

Fully stocked for
long sea voyages,

cross-country hauls
and surfing safaris.

But-- Yeah. Like I
said, there's food,

music--
♪ [jazzy pop]

Great atmosphere,
and, uh,

the best of company.

Ham, cheese or tuna?

Ham.

A little mustard,
pickles.

Coffee, tea or milk?

Nothing, thank you.
[clears throat]

Hey!

A little idea of mine.
You know, togetherness?

Make you feel cozy?
No, insecure.

Listen, Richie, I think that you

think-- I think-- I
think you're cute.

Oh.
Why don't you relax?

Play it cool, not coy.
I've got the facts, ma'am.

[Gidget narrating] I
was beginning to get

the idea that Richie
had ideas of his own...

lurking around in that
questionable mind of his.

Question: How
do you talk a speed

demon into making a U-turn...

when he thinks he's found
his own personal freeway?

What gives?

Richie, I-- I think
you've got the

wrong idea about
this. Oh, no, I don't.

No, you don't?
No.

Oh, no, I haven't.
No, you haven't?

When a cute little thing like
you

has to have her own private
investigator following her,

well, there's gotta be
some reason for it.

Uh, like my daddy
always said,

"You can't tell a book
by its cover.

You've got to
investigate."

So, uh,

why don't you and I get
as close as pages in a book?

Mmm. Mm-mmm. Mmm.
[laughs] Oh, come on.

[muffled yelping]

[screams]

Gidget,
what are you doing?

Nothing. I-- I just wanna get
a breath of fresh air.

[breathes deeply]

[groans]

Why, I just love cars.

I wanna learn all about this one.
[sighs] Now?

Sure.

[sighs] Did you mill your head?

Yeah.
Should've soaked it.

Uh, Gidget, baby, why
can't we-- Here. Hold this.

G-Gidget, that's got oil all over it.
[stammers]

[horn honks screams
I Oh! Oh, goodness!

I must've made a mistake!
Aaah! I'll fix it. I'll fix it.

I'll fix it!
[honking continues]

[honking stops] Gidget, the

car's rolling! Pull
the hand brake!

- Where is it?
- The hand brake!

I thought you
knew about cars!

Just engines.
I can't drive.

[horn honks]

- [sets hand brake]
- [sighs]

Gidget, are you all
right? Yeah, I'm fine.

How did you find us? His
friend Ken keeps a scorecard.

Looks like everything
is under control now.

Yeah. Uh, well--

Twenty-five dollars.

And, uh--

I lost my ID bracelet,
Gidget.

Would you have any idea
where I might find it?

I don't know. But we could go

back to the dance
and look for it.

It's a date.
[laughs]

Richie, see you around.
[smacks car]

Oh. Uh, fine.

Just fine.

[groans]

[grunts]
[horn honking]

Of course I know you meant well,

but I gave Gidget
permission to go.

And I did not mean
under surveillance.

Dad! Welcome home. Hi.

Dad, I'd like you to
meet Scott Baker,

who simply made the
weekend for me. Mmm.

Oh, uh, a pleasure,
Scott. All mine, sir.

Well, uh, I have
to be going now, baby.

And, uh, thank you.

What did he mean
by that?

What is that?

What?
Oh, this.

Oh, it's Scott's.

After I discovered that
you guys set him on me,

well, we got friendly.

It was a marvelous weekend.

And then Scott
insisted that I take

his fraternity pin
as a little memento.

A memento of what?
Gidget.

Uh, he pinned you?

Scott Baker
must be 21.

Yes. I told him that the age
difference was just too much.

But then again, we both agreed
marriage was a long way off.

Marriage?

Hmm? Gidget, you don't realize.

Scott Baker may be a glamorous
guy-- So I turned him down.

And I'll return
the pin tomorrow.

But I did want you two
to get a look at it.

[Russ] Gidge.

To quote you, "Welcome home."

Thanks, Dad.

It really is a beautiful pin.

And I did enjoy stabbing Anne
and John with it just a little.

Just think of the prestige.

Pinned by the Scott Baker.

And when I return it,
even more prestige.

Just think, little old me
returning the pin...

of Mr. B.M.O.C. of UCLA.

[yelps]

O-U-C-H. Mmm.