All language subtitles for punky_brewster_s04e06_passed_away_at_punkys_place

Maybe the world is blind or just a
little unkind.

Don't know.

Seems you can't be sure of anything
anymore.

Although...

Hi, Brandon.

I cut through the park on my way home
from school, and I saw that cute little

beagle you like.

But she was with a big Doberman.

Henry!

Oh, where'd he go?

Detroit?

Oh, he got a great bargain on a pizza
oven.

Oh, glad you're home, Punky.

Henry had to scram out of here fast to
Detroit.

Oh, you already told her?

Or did you tell her she'll spend the
night upstairs with Terry and me?

I guess he forgot.

Don't feel bad, Brandon.

You're only human.

Hello?

already, too.

Did you fly to Detroit?

I know flying's expensive, but you could
have taken one of those no -frills

flights. Hmm.

Say, Henry, a no -frills flight is being
shot out of a cannon.

He rented a truck, and he's bringing it
back to himself.

Let me talk to him.

Henry, why didn't you have that oven
delivered?

The shipping charges couldn't be that
high.

No, I don't think you're made out of
money.

You're cheap, that's all.

Look, there's a trucker's motel just
outside of Detroit called the Hall at

You're going to sleep in the truck.

Well, I give up.

Well, have a good cheap trip, Henry.

Everyone says goodbye.

He's all upset because he's got to close
the restaurant up for one night.

Yeah, but with Henry out of town,
there's no possible way to keep it open.

You're right.

Unless...

Michael J. Fox's favorite color is red.

Makes sense.

Out of all the colors, I'd say red's the
shortest.

Speaking of colors, do these colors
clash?

Yes. Good.

Why are you putting that on?

We're only going upstairs to my place
this week.

Oh, we won't be.

just sleeping, and we won't be just up
there at the airplane.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about this gorgeous idea I
have.

Jerry, you're gonna love this.

Punky, last time you had a gorgeous idea
and snapped your fingers, I ended up

getting grounded for a month.

It won't happen this time. I've got a
great surprise for Henry. What kind of

surprise?

What if we sneak down to Punky's place
tonight and run the restaurant all by

ourselves? I've got a better idea.

What's that?

What if we sneak down to the doctor's
office and get your hat examined?

Sure. Punky.

Look, we're doing this for Henry.

He rented a truck and he's going to be
driving all night. This way, when he

home, he'll have a full night's receipts
waiting for him.

Or a restaurant full of asses because we
goofed in the kitchen.

Look, Henry's always telling me to take
more responsibility.

Plus, the sign does say Punky's Place.

I've got to help.

Well, when the sign says Cherry's Place,
I'll help, too.

All right.

I'll do it.

Myself. You can't do it yourself.

Have a great time. You can cook and I'll
wait on tables.

You'll be waiting a long time. I'm a
lousy cook.

You make great hot dogs and hamburgers.
What else do people need to eat?

Well, you can try out your mystery
sauce.

Yeah, my mystery sauce.

But my grandmother will never let us do
it.

She'll never know.

We'll tell her we're doing our homework
at Margo's.

Maybe we can. get away with it.

But what if something goes wrong?

What if people want to know where Henry
is?

What if we get some complaints?

What if we run out of food? What if...
Terry!

Yeah? What if you don't say what if
anymore?

Oh.

Here comes some more customers.

Why don't you whip up a batch of
mysteries, huh?

This looks like a nice out -of -the -way
place, huh, Sweets?

I'll find us a nice little table away
from the window and the door.

How about the roof?

Your wife will never see us there.

Unless she's a pigeon.

Good day, sir.

Here's a nice table for you and your
daughter.

She's not my daughter.

Oop, your wife.

I'm not his wife.

Double oop.

In fact, until tonight, I... I didn't
know anyone was his wife. I see. Our

menu... But, dear, sweet, I was afraid
to tell you I was married.

Too bad we're out of chicken.

You have been lying to me since the day
we met.

Perhaps some food will lighten the mood.

May I suggest hamburgers with our
special mystery sauce?

Yeah, sure. Give us two.

Excuse me, miss.

I'm not. My car is.

It's out of gas around the corner.
Where's your phone? Take a hike.

What?

I mean, take a right. The phone is right
over there.

Ralph, look. It's Elmo Pickles, the
restaurant critic.

It is?

Yikes!

Of course it is.

He's here all the time.

Elmo Pickles, the restaurant critic,
just walked in.

burgers were that good.

Let's get him to review Pikey's place.
Maybe he'll give us one of those little

smiling fat guys. But what if he doesn't
like the food and he gives us one of

those little skinny guys doing this?

Don't worry, Trey. Your mystery sauce is
ant poop.

Deedee, darling, try to forget for a
minute that I'm temporarily married.

And try to remember that I'm crazy about
you.

You make my life so exciting, so
fantastic,

so thrilling.

Then why do you keep falling asleep on
me?

You know, I got this little medical
condition.

It's called narcolepsy. I drop off into
a deep sleep at the most unpredictable

moment. Even when I was someone as
interesting as you.

Is it morning already?

Goodbye, Ralph. I never want to see you
again. I beg your pardon? My hearing aid

just went dead. I can't hear a thing.

Read my lips.

hunky's place?

May we. The automobile club is on the
way.

Contrary. You must not leave without
trying Chef Cherie's humble gear with

mystery sauce.

Mustn't I?

Gourmet food lovers, cross the burning
desert.

Brave the stormy seas. Fly through the
eye of a hurricane.

Just eat as they say in France.

Here.

famous restaurant critics who give us
wonderful reviews.

Please, Mr. Pickles.

Ah, you recognize me.

That's one of the prices of fame, I
suppose.

Go ahead, rave about my column.

Oh, it's so yummy.

Absolutely never stuffed my face with
that chicken with you first.

Well, you're very charming and very
persuasive.

I suppose I could have a little... Munch
while I wait for my gasoline.

But I don't just give good reviews.

The food and service aren't up to par. I
could flatten this place like a crepe.

Don't worry, you won't get any crepe
here.

We've got the best food and the quickest
service in town.

I do like the ambiance.

Oh, our food is very healthy. You won't
need an ambulance.

Here's a fork, a spoon, and a knife in
case you use all three.

What will it be, sir?

I'll, uh, I'll have the hamburger with
the mystery sauce.

Perfect.

Oh, miss?

Cancel one burger?

Okay. Did he dump you, huh?

What?

Wendy Pickles.

That's what I call quick service.

It would have been faster.

This meat is from a brand new cow.

I never eat an hamburger without a slice
of tomato.

Hang loose.

We'll grow you a fresh tomato.

Is your hamburger okay?

Will there be anything else?

Will there be anything else?

Oh, he's probably just relaxing after a
good meal.

One of your hamburgers. You wouldn't
have eaten it if the restaurant hadn't

closed.

That's enough, Miss Toys and Mystery
Sauce.

in one life.

Stick with mustard.

I could make you famous. Tell me, what's
in the mystery sauce?

That's what we're trying to find out.

I'll be right back with your hot dog.
You're gonna love it.

you toast that bun? Yes, sir.

I know some buns I'm going to toast.

Even he can't help you two out of this
one.

Mrs. Johnson, would you like a table?

I'd rather have an explanation.

Whatever possessed you two to think you
could run Punky's place by yourselves?

Don't blame Cherry. It was all my fault.
She's right.

Could if you want.

That's nothing to care about.

She's not kidding.

There's a dead man over there behind the
business section.

You stay here.

My check, please.

It's on the house.

Compliments of Punky's Place.

Are you bribing me?

Of course not.

It's our policy.

First weenie's always free.

Oh.

It's the morning already?

You're not dead?

What? Dead, dead?

Oh, yes, yes. My hearing aid is dead.

Oh, I'm sorry I dozed off.

I have narcolepsy.

What's that?

It's a sudden need to sleep.

You can even doze off standing up.

Isn't that right, sir?

Sir, what's for breakfast?

What? Oh, no. It's Ralph, the
narcoleptic, again.

Hello, Lyle.

Loomis? Hey, where's Dee Dee?

What?

Listen, Ralph, do the city a big favor.
Get some batteries for that hearing aid.

What? Well,

I guess we'll just take off now since
nobody's dead.

What?

We may have to call them back after
Henry found out. out what you've been up

I wonder when Henry's coming home.

Oh, he called?

He'll be back in a half an hour?

No, we're not gonna run away and join
the circus?

Stay in faith for music.

You girls could have got Henry in the
restaurant in big trouble.

I had to take time off from the
hospital.

And heaven only knows what Elmer Pickles
wrote in this newspaper.

Well, let's read it and weep.

Come on, Grandma.

Right on. Right on the corner. Hurry up
already.

Johnson, hurry. Wait a minute. Here it
is.

Here it is, dear.

Dying with pickles.

I accidentally popped into a little
restaurant called Tonky's Place where...

young waitress was eager to please.

I'm famous!

What really impressed me was the
delightful young chef who wouldn't serve

special hamburger with mystery sauce
because she felt it wasn't quite

Reasonably priced, it appears that city
employees have already discovered

Punky's Place, as I saw police and
paramedics arriving as I left.

I heartily give Punky's Place two
smiling fat guys.

I really love that!

P .S. The hot dogs are fabulous, and
Punky herself told me your first

weenie is always free.

Huh?