All language subtitles for Gidget.S01E26.Take.a.Lesson.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track4_[eng]

[Gidget narrating] Even though it's

Friday night and I
don't have a date,

I really don't mind.
[no Audible yawn]

After all, there's a world of

exciting possibilities
open to me.

Take dancing,
for instance. In this

day and age, who
needs a partner?

There's always
the possibility of

constructive and
creative activity,

like doing some extra homework
for extra credit.

There's always the possibility
of a little self-improvement.

After all, nobody's perfect.

[sighs]

Or you can experiment.

Glamour is not
quite my field yet, but,

after all, you've
got to plan ahead.

Something tells me it's gonna
be one of those nights.

♪ [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] I was minding my own business,

all prepared to spend
a quiet evening at home...

catching up on
my surfing magazines.

Good night, Dad.
Good night.

Good night?
At 7:30?

Well, for the sake
of good health,

I thought I'd take
the night off--

You know, read, relax,
get a good night's sleep.

Hmm, for the sake
of your health, huh?

And for the sake of not
having a date. Oh, you poor--

But you did have dinner
less than an hour ago.

Dad, dinner is something you eat
because it's the thing to do.

This you eat because you
enjoy. Okay. Enjoy. Enjoy.

[phone rings] I'll get it. I'll get it.

You'll get it? How?
You know--

Here. Oh.
[ringing continues]

Oh, thanks a lot, Dad.
You're a pal. Oh, Gidget.

Dad, well, don't let the
meringue slip into the pizza.

Perish the thought.

Hello?
Oh, hi, Shirl.

Gidget, Gidget, you gotta
come over right away!

Why? What's the matter?

It's a surprise.
You won't believe it!

Hurry, Gidget.
Hurry!

Okay. I'll be right
there! Gotta hurry.

Gotta hurry. Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. What is it?

Where are you going? Over
to Shirl's. It's a big surprise.

I'll be right back. Now wait
a minute, Gidge. Uh, Gidget!

Daddy, I'm in a hurry. But
you can't go out like that.

Like what?
In your pajamas.

No one'll see. And besides,
it's only a few blocks away.

And besides,
I've got my coat over it.

Gidget, Gidget,
so what if somebody saw you?

- toodles!
- What if you--

Got in an accident?

[doorbell rings] What took you so long?

Gidget-- Gidget,
have I got a surprise for you.

Are you ready?
Ready.

You're sure?
Because it is stag-ger-ing!

Well, stagger away.

My daddy is buying
me-- Yeah? Yeah?

A car!
[squeals, stops]

That's a surprise
for me?

Well, certainly. You know
how much I wanted one.

Sure. Sure, you have.
Uh--

No. It's great.
It's really great.

I'm so happy for you. Honest.
Well, I couldn't be any happier,

unless it were
happening to me.

That's not all. No? What?

You-- You are gonna be the very

first of all my
friends to see it.

I am? No kidding!
Well, how? When?

Well, tonight. Oh, Daddy?
Daddy, this is Gidget.

- How do you do, Mr.--
- Hannah!

[shouting] Will ya get a
move on? We're ready to go!

Go? Go where? Come on, Mother!

Coming.

When my daddy decides to do

something-- like,
wow! Yeah. Wow.

Four weeks you can't
make up your mind,

now all of a sudden
everybody has to jump?

- Hello, honey.
- [Gidget] Hi.

So go start the
car. I'll turn off

the lights. And
don't take all night!

Come on, kids. Yeah, Gidge.
Let's go. We'll get Mom later.

Go where?
Well, Pasadena, silly.

Where else would you go to
buy a used car? Pasadena?

Well, my father's cousin
Arthur works

for this little old lady
in Pasadena. Now, she--

What do you mean, no?
I can't go.

Well, why not? I
thought you'd want

to. I thought you'd be thrilled.

Well, I am, but--
Well,

positions were reversed,
I know I'd be honored.

Well, I am honored, Shirl,
but I'm honored in my pajamas.

What in the world are
you doing in your pajamas?

Well, how am I supposed
to know you were going--

Hey, either ya
want a car, or you

don't! I do. Daddy, I'm coming.

Honest. I'm coming.
Hannah!

Boy, does he have
to holler like that?

[shouting] What are ya doing?

nobody'll even know. Honest. I

didn't even know
until you told me.

Can't I borrow something
of yours? Are you kidding?

Daddy's ready to
go. We can't keep

him waiting. He
might change his mind.

Just keep your coat all buttoned
up. Well, I don't know--

Well, Gidget, you can
stay in the car. Hannah!

This is the most important night
of my life. You wanna spoil it?

Will ya please!

Well, okay, Shirl, but I have to
call my dad first and ask him.

Oh.

Now what?

She has to call her father
first and ask him if she can go.

Well, what's wrong
with that? You're

a good kid. You
should take a lesson.

Oh, I thought
everybody was in such

a hurry. She's
calling her father.

Now? When we're
so late?

[busy signal beeping]
Oh. It's busy.

Wonder who he
could be talking to?

[line buzzing]

I'll call back.
He never talks long.

[dialing]

[dialing continues]

[line buzzing]

[busy signal]

[handset settles in cradle]
You see, we have this deal...

where we tell each other
where we're going.

Wanna try it again, little
girlie? We'd like to go tonight.

Yes, sir.

[dialing] It's all part of
this really rather marvelous...

understanding we have based on

mutual respect
and consideration.

[busy signal] It's still busy.

I do not-- repeat--
[chuckles] do not believe...

in interfering with
another parent's discipline.

- Oh, that's good.
- But--

But in an instance
like this,

when the said parent
cannot be reached,

then the most
responsible adult present

ought to make the
judgment, right?

- Well, only in--
- And who's the

most responsible adult present?

Do we, uh, need take a vote
or shall we make it unanimous?

Thank you. It's
unanimous. Me, okay?

I make the judgment.
Let's go!

[Gidget narrating] A few minutes later,

we were on the San Diego
Freeway headed for Pasadena--

At least I thought we were, till
I saw which way we were going.

Mr. Marshall, aren't we
going by way of the valley?

Not me. I go
by way of downtown.

Daddy wouldn't be caught
dead in the valley. Why?

Because he got lost
there once in 1959.

But downtown is miles out of our
way. The valley is much shorter.

With me, a valley
gets once chance.

Doesn't shape up, it's
through. Oh, Daddy.

I wouldn't have agreed
to wait to call my dad

if I knew you were
gonna take the long way.

So you'll call him
a little later.

I'm sorry, sir, that
would be worrying

my dad needlessly.
I can't do that.

Gidget, I admire your attitude,
and I'd like to help you out,

but unfortunately there are
no phones on the freeway.

Well, couldn't we get off just

long enough to
find a drugstore...

or-- or a filling station
where I could call?

You don't get on and off
a freeway just like that.

At least I don't--
not since... 1959.

We can take the next off-ramp
we come to-- sorta like potluck.

Potluck?

[laughing] That's cute.

[laughing, stops] No.

I wouldn't even
suggest it if you

didn't admire my
attitude so much.

Oh, brother!

What, "Oh, brother"?
What kinda comment is that?

Instead of, "Oh,
brother," you should

take a lesson.
We'll take potluck.

There we are.
Ugh, time for a shower.

[rings]

Hello.
Oh, hi, Larue.

Hi, Mr. Lawrence.
Where's Gidget?

She went to Shirl's.

Oh, okay. I'll call her there.

Yeah. And tell her
to get home pretty soon.

I don't want her out that way.

[line clicks]

Out what way?

[Gidget narrating] We were
looking for a gas station...

or even a little drugstore--

You know, like you can find on
just about every other corner?

Well, we looked...

and looked,

and, 35 minutes later,
we were still looking.

There-- is that one?
If it is, it's closed.

[sighs] It doesn't make sense.

There's gotta be a gas
station around here somewhere.

Oh, there isn't one around here.

There isn't anything
around here.

Where are we anyway? Who knows?
We took potluck, remember?

Now wait a minute,
Shirley. Fair is fair.

It's not Gidget's
fault we can't find

a station. Thank
you, Mr. Marshall.

It's her fault
we're looking for one.

It's not her fault
we can't find one.

Wait a minute. Down
that street-- isn't that one?

[gasps] It is.
Oh, thank heavens.

Yeah.
Thank heavens I found it.

Yes, sir. Fill 'er
up? No, thanks.

Little lady has
to use the phone.

Go ahead. Get a move on.

[Gidget whispering] I just can't. No.

I said I wouldn't have to get
outta the car. Remember I said--

- What's the matter?
- [Hannah] Is something wrong?

You said I didn't
have to get out

of the car. You did.
[sighs]

Now what's her problem?

She's in her pajamas.

- In your pajamas?
- In her pajamas?

[shouts] What are you
doing in your pajamas?

Mr. Marshall, please. You
don't have to holler at me.

You're in your pajamas,
and I shouldn't holler?

What's the idea? Well,
it's sort of a long story.

- Does your father know?
- My father--

Yeah, the man with
the marvelous understanding--

The one you have to
call every five minutes

even when you're with
responsible adults--

Does he know
you're out wanderin'

the streets in your pajamas?

I'm not exactly "wandering
in the streets," Mr. Marshall.

Yes or no? That's all.

He knows?
Yes.

And he approves of your going
to Pasadena in your pajamas?

That's just the point.
He doesn't know

I'm going to Pasadena
in my pajamas.

- Make sense to you?
- Mm-mmm. It certainly doesn't.

- Me neither.
- You butt out.

You should be
ashamed of yourself

goin' around in your pajamas.

No wonder we couldn't
find a gas station!

What?

The number.
What's the number--

So I can call this great father

with this marvelous
understanding?

- Well, I think
maybe I bet-- No,

no. I want to talk
to such a man.

- Oh, boy.
- The number?

- Granite 5-5099.
- Thank you.

0599. Mr. Marshall.
Mr. Marshall,

tell him I'm all right.

Uh, tell him what I'm doing,

where I'm going.
In your pajamas?

Well, if the subject
should come up.

The important thing is
he shouldn't worry.

If you ask me,
he should start.

5099.

[busy signal] Oh.

Larue, I'm tryin'
to take a shower.

Well, what I want
to know is, did

you say Gidget went to Shirl's?

Yeah. That's right.

Well, which one: Shirley
Mitchell or Shirley Marshall?

I don't know. Who lives a
couple of blocks from here?

I do.
Hello? Hello?

Larue, why don't you
just call both Shirleys?

Good idea.

Well, I gotta say one thing
for your father.

He not only has a
marvelous understanding,

he's got a
marvelous gift of gab.

Oh. The line was
still busy, huh?

Well-- Oh, maybe the phone's out

of order. I checked.
He's talking.

Now do you mind if we get back
on our way to Pasadena?

Aren't you gonna ask the boy for

some directions?
[engine starts]

Who needs directions?
[laughs] Who can't find a freeway?

[laughing]

Okay, so I can't find a
freeway. Send me to jail.

Wait a minute.
Isn't there a sign up there?

What's it say? What's
it say? I don't know.

I can't read it.
Neither can I.

I can. Good, good.
What's it say?

[shouts] What's
it say? "Turn right."

Right. Right.
"Exit. Do not enter"!

- [tires screech]
- Ooh!

You told me
to turn right.

Only so I could see
the sign. You explicitly

asked me to read
that sign, Mr. Marshall.

That's all.
I give up.

Uncle. Surrender. Help!
Oh, Herman, stop it. Let's go.

Yeah, at this rate,
I'll never get my car.

Oh, is that what we're
supposed to be doin'? I forgot.

We've been so busy lookin' for freeways--
[engine cranking]

And callin' up fathers--
[cranking continues]

And discussin' pajamas
and--

[cranking stops] runnin' outta gas.

Runnin' out of gas?

Well, you picked a good place to do it.
[sighs]

What do you mean?

Look there, down the
block-- there's a gas station.

It is. It is!

And not just any
old gas station either.

You mean--

That's right. It's the same one.
How's that for a stroke of luck?

Well, somebody'll have to go
get the kid and send him back...

with enough gas
to get us to the station.

I'll do it. You
stay with Gidget.

I'm the father. I'll do it.

Mr. Marshall,

speaking of fathers, why
don't you call mine again?

Oh, that way, your running out
of gas won't be a total loss.

At least now we
can find out where

we are and go
straight to Pasadena.

Nothing more can happen. Ha!

[busy signal] Nothing else can happen. We've been lost,

we've run out of gas-- We
could have a plane crash.

A plane crash? With her in
the car, anything's possible.

Still busy.

Did you try both Shirleys?

I sure did. And Gidget can't
be with either one of them,

because I called and called,
and neither of them answer.

I can understand why
the Mitchells didn't answer.

Why?

'Cause they moved. But somebody

ought to be home
at the Marshall's.

Unless-- Well, there's
one possibility.

- What's that?
- They might be out.

Seems like a fair deduction.

But if they're out,
where is Gidget?

Why haven't I heard from her?

[busy signal]

You'd think a man
who was so anxious...

to get a phone call
from his daughter...

would stay off the phone
for maybe 20 seconds.

I can call Arthur and make
sure that car is still for sale.

Look. There she is--

Creeping into
still another heart.

Oh, Herman,
she's not all that bad.

Besides, someday we'll
probably laugh about this.

I'll give you 8-to-5.

What'd Arthur say,
honey? His line's busy.

[car approaching]

Did you get him? Did you get
my dad? The line was still busy.

Did you hear that, Willie?

Now, Gidget, you're just
gonna have to

forget all about your father
until we get to Pasadena.

- Oh, that's-- -
Because Mr. Marshall's

had just about all he can take.

Yeah. I know how he feels.
So have I.

What?

I'll bet he busts
more eardrums--

What is it, Herman? I found
out where we've been all night.

Where?
Where do ya think?

The valley?
In the valley.

The way things have been
going, that'd be my guess.

Well, we're on the
right track now. Another

15 minutes, you can
call your dad, Gidget.

Oh, I don't have to. I'm sure

Willie got to him
by now. Willie?

The gas station attendant.
Huh?

Well, he's gonna call
my dad and tell him

not to worry or call
the police or anything,

in case he thinks
I got kidnapped.

Oh, boy.
[vehicle horn honks]

[tires screeching] Herman, what are you doing?

I'm takin' her
right home.

"Not to call the police"?
Who is this?

Willie who? Oh,
well, she's all right, sir,

but she said to
tell you that she's

slightly involved in
a sticky situation--

Uh, something
she can't get out of,

but she says she'll work it out.

- Oh, she will.
- Yes, sir.

She said the main thing is for

you not to worry,
just go to bed.

And she has her
key, and she'll let

herself in and see
you in the morning.

After she's cooked
up a good story, huh?

What's that?

I warned her she'd get in a
spot, but she wouldn't listen.

Now she wants me
to go to bed so she can

slip in without
explaining. Not a chance.

Afraid I don't understand.

I'm entitled to a very
large "I told you so,"

and I'm gonna see to it
that I get it!

[line clicks]

"Slip in" indeed. Not
tonight, my darling daughter.

You are going to get
a royal paternal reception.

You will do your explaining, and
I will do my I-told-you-so's,

and maybe you
will understand...

that when I say it is not a
wise idea to go out of the house

in your pajamas, I am right.

[vehicle passing]

Gidget, that you?

Impossible.

[door rattling]

[vehicle passing]

Good-bye.

Now don't start crying.
That's all we need.

I take her in like
that, and her father

will really think
she was kidnapped.

Well, it won't be far from
the truth.

I didn't want to go with you,
but you all insisted.

And I don't know why,
unless you needed

somebody to blame
everything on...

for running out of gas
and getting lost.

And all I ever wanted to do
was just obey my father.

Take a lesson.

Walk her to the door.

Look, uh, kid.

I, uh-- I may not be a marvelous
father like yours, but--

You certainly aren't.

My father's a man
of understanding.

He lets people
explain. He listens.

He doesn't go around hollering
at people. Boy, are you noisy!

Me? Noisy? Shh! You want to wake
up the neighbors? Take a lesson.

That's what you should do--
take a lesson from my father.

He doesn't say one thing,
then do another.

When he says something, he
means it. And he sticks by it.

He's a man of dignity
and integrity.

And he's solid, and he's
consistent, and he's--

He's-- He's...

in the bushes?

Daddy, for gosh sakes,
what are you doing

hiding in the bushes
in your pajamas?

- What else?
- I am teaching you a lesson.

Didn't I tell you not to go out
of the house in your pajamas?

Yeah, but at
least I threw a coat

over mine. But you went anyway.

Now look what you've done.
What I've done?

Look at the position
you've put me in. Me?

Gidget, I'm going to murder
you! Daddy, you're hollering.

Feet of clay.
Feet of clay!

So you're the
marvelous father.

She's been tellin' me
all about you.

Yeah, but I was mistaken.
You're both the same,

you-- you... adults.

Gee, she said
"adults" like it was

a dirty word. What did she mean?

I don't know, but when
she uses language

that strong, it
behooves me to find out.

You will excuse me,
sir. Oh, be my guest.

She's right about one thing.

He is a man of dignity--
even in his pajamas.

Herman, take a lesson.

What do you mean
when you call somebody

an "adult" in that
tone of voice?

I mean they're unreasonable,
inconsistent, selfish, stubborn,

pig-headed, illogical
human beings

who go around
hollering at people...

before they know
what they're hollering

about, and won't
listen, won't let--

Hold it. Hold it. You said the
magic word. "Human beings."

Being an adult doesn't mean
you have to stop being human,

only that you should
be able to temper

it and gauge it a little better.

We all have feet of clay,
Gidge. We all make mistakes.

Yeah, like Mr. Marshall.

And like me.

I made plenty of
mistakes this evening--

Blaming you for my
own stupidity, hollering.

Aw, you're allowed. You got

plenty of mistakes
coming to you.

Yeah? How come? 'Cause
you so rarely act like an adult.

Good night, Gidge.
Good night, Dad.

That's why Dad's
so nearly perfect.

Right-- I said "nearly"
perfect. If he were all perfect,

I'd probably start taking him
for granted

and never appreciate
his finer qualities.

I think all dads should
take a lesson. Toddles.