All language subtitles for Whos The Boss s03e03 Daddys Little Montag

There's a time for love and a time for
living. Take a chance and face the wind.

An open road and a road that's hidden. A
brand new life around the bend.

There were times I lost a dream or two.

I found a trail and at the end was you.

There's a path you take and a path not
taken.

Choice is up to you, my friend.

Not so long, but you might have waited
to a brand new life, a brand new life, a

brand new life to run with me.

Oh, sure, Samantha. Why don't I shut
this off and you can finish vacuuming

later? Oh, on the other hand, I could
turn off the music and listen to the

vacuum. Why didn't I think of that?

It does have a pretty good beat.

Do you like it?

What do you mean, do I like it? It's my
skirt, it's my blouse, and it's my belt.

I know.

So, what do you think?

It's you.

We are better than best friends. We are
the same size.

I'm really going to miss you when you go
away to school.

If I go away.

Montague Academy only takes the most
intelligent, well -rounded students.

You'll get in.

I know.

My dad told me it's the best school.

It's got the best teachers, the best
facilities, and on weekends, girls make

into Boston to meet boys.

He didn't tell me that.

Sounds like so much fun. I wish I could
go.

Well, why don't you?

Me go to Montague.

They'd never accept me. The only brown
eyes in this brochure are on the horse.

Come on. It'd be fun. We could be
roommates and everything.

Dream on, Marcy. This place must cost a
fortune.

So?

Oh, yeah, I always forget.

You seem so normal.

Thanks.

I know. When you get good grades, you
could get a scholarship.

Yeah, just like that.

You can prove you're needy. You don't
have a Mercedes.

Yeah.

I got a beat -up old van.

I'm in for sure.

Now, how many times I got to tell you?

Chew before you swallow.

subscriptions. It's a count. Good
evening, ladies.

How was your day?

Terrible.

Mother, how can you say that? We're
getting absolutely nowhere with the

Hutchinson account.

Well, you may be getting nowhere, dear,
but Hutch and I are going to dinner

Saturday night.

Hey, Angela, don't worry about a thing.
Before long, you'll have clients beating

down your door. Oh, you're right. It
just takes time to build a reputation.

Yeah, yeah. You know, Mona's doing her
part.

You saw the phone, Bill, and you're
truly sorry.

Marcy's gone to Montague Academy.

That's right, dear. Time to do those
roots again.

No, Mother, that is not it. I went to
Montague Academy.

Oh, those were carefree, happy years
when I went away to school.

For both of us.

You are going to love it. It's the kind
of school that makes you want to learn.

You'll be a regular academia nut.

Just a little Montague humor.

Uh, Dad, you know, I've been thinking.
Oh, wait, let me guess.

You want to go to Montague, too, like
Marcy?

That is unbelievable.

You're so wise.

You know, Sam, we can't afford a place
like that. Well, I could get a

scholarship, and it won't cost you
anything.

Oh, well, you think about it.

Can I just apply?

Look, I don't know. We'll see.

We'll see. I hate we'llsies. Can't you
just make up your mind? Okay, no.

We'll see.

What?

Well, since you asked, I don't see why
you don't just let her apply.

If you don't mind, Angela, I have my
reasons.

Oh, right. I didn't mean to intrude.
What kind of reasons?

Let's say she applied and she didn't get
in. We're talking heartbreak here.

She's a big girl. She can handle it.

What if she got in and everybody hated
her?

That never bothered Angela.

Montague Academy.

A unique environment.

That's for quad.

Fostering academic excellence.

Oh, that's Curtis Hall.

And featuring the finest. athletic
facility.

Oh, nothing. I know, Angela. Those are
the tennis courts.

A place where your daughter can
experience the joys of learning and the

friendship, all under the watchful eye
of our dean of students, Edna Franklin.

That's not her. Are you sure?

What do you think of our fair mock of
you? I gotta admit, Angela, it does have

all the advantages.

I never saw a dorm with maid service
before. Yeah, I used to love those

mints that they left on your pillows.

Oh, hey, look. There's Samantha.

I guess she made it through the
Inquisition.

Interview, Tony.

Oh,

great. Dean Franklin's a mixed family.
You know, she also looks a lot like a

horse.

Oh, I knew they'd love her.

Isn't that great, Tony?

Yeah, it's great.

Oh, there's Dean Franklin.

I've got to say hello.

She probably won't even recognize me.
Last time she saw me, I was an awkward,

self -conscious teenager.

Angela. Angela!

It's a mingle.

You've got to be bullish on bullion.
With interest rates coming down, there's

nowhere else to hide your cash.

Okay, next.

Well, I just do it the way my mother
taught me. Two half knots and a back

Those sutures will last longer than the
heart valve.

Mingle on, Miss Silly.

You're wrong.

No one hits the ball like Jackson. I'm
telling you, old man, Jackson is washed

up. Oh, well, what do you think? Hey, I
couldn't help but overhear your

conversation. I think your friend is
right.

Jackson's having a great year. You seem
to know a lot about the sport.

He used to play for the Cardinals.

Can't say I've heard of him.

You never heard of the St. Louis
Cardinals?

This guy never heard of the Cardinals.

Well, Polo has so many clubs these days.

Polo?

Game of Kings.

Yeah, yeah. What are you kidding?

Hey, Tally -ho.

I'd like to put you in.

Tony?

Someone I'd like for you to meet. So
you're Mr. Metelli.

Iron Dean Franklin.

Oh, sure. I recognize you from your
picture.

Your daughter is just delightful.

Well, we like her.

She's bright, articulate, and I hear she
has a hell of a hook shot. She learned

that in Brooklyn.

You know, someone with Samantha's
background could easily be overlooked.

Oh.

That's too bad.

But I think she has an excellent chance.

Thanks to Angela's efforts.

Angela's efforts?

Well, it was nothing. I just made a
little phone call. A phone call to every

member of the admissions committee.

Letters, postcards.

She just went on and on.

Well, that's our Angela.

Anywho. I may be a little premature in
saying this, but I think you've got

yourself a Montague girl.

You called the school? Oh, you don't
have to thank me.

I won't.

Am I picking up some negative vibes
here?

Angela, I don't like this school, and I
don't want my Samantha going to it.

What?

I just wish you'd stop sticking your
nose in other people's business. I'm

trying to help Samantha.

Yeah, well, who asked you?

I did.

Sweetheart.

Ponder Queen's Bishop Three.

Guy on a horse.

From this red square to this black one
over here.

So how was the open house? It was open
and it was a house, all right?

Okay, so did everyone else have fun,
too?

Well, I'm going to bed. Good night,
Mona. Good night, Jonathan.

Good night, Angela.

Oh, hey.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Well, I guess I couldn't forget about
Montague.

Wait a minute. What does she mean?

Why? Jonathan, I think it's time for you
to go to bed, too.

But, Mom, I've got to finish this chest.
game.

Checkmate. Congratulations, Jonathan,
and good night.

What is this, tag team chess?

You lose, Grandma.

Oh, well, everyone knows that chess is
just a game of luck.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So, what happened? What went wrong?

If we're going to play charades, could
you give me a little hint?

Oh, sure, here's a hint. It sounds like
Bangela.

You know, she'd have forgotten all about
that school if you'd have just stopped

pushing it. Me?

Marcy's the reason she's excited about
that school?

Oh, real nice, Angela. Blame an innocent
child.

Blame what?

She's going to a wonderful school that
she really wants to go to.

Yeah, and it's all your fault.

I may be way off on this, but I get the
feeling he doesn't want Sam to go to

Montague. Well, I know that, Mother, but
I can't for the life of me figure out

why. Well, maybe Tony's afraid.

Of what?

That Sam will turn into you.

Thank you, Mother.

Don't be so defensive. What I mean is
someone like you.

Oh, that makes me feel so... much
better.

I mean, someone not like him. Someone
who would fit into a private school.

Someone who's more comfortable with the
stock market than the supermarket.

That's it.

Of course.

He's afraid she'll outgrow him.

Tony.

Tony, you're cleaning the soap.

She didn't say goodnight to me.

She always says goodnight to me.

Even when she had the mom, she said,
goodnight, babe.

Tony, I know exactly how you're feeling.

You do?

Yeah. Mother explained it to me.

You see, Tony, you grew up in Brooklyn.

Did you forget that part?

And you hung out with the guys in the
street playing spitball.

And spitball, Angela.

And when you pictured Samantha growing
up, you didn't picture her going off to

prep school and college and having a
career.

You could say that again.

You pictured her more like you.

Well, without the hair on her chest, you
know.

Tony.

Maybe I did push.

It's just that sometimes I forget that
Sam is your little girl and not mine.

Sorry.

What are you kidding me? Don't be sorry.

I'd be proud of Samantha if she grew up
like you, Angela.

I think you're terrific.

You do?

The only reason why I took this job was
to get her a better education. You know,

a better start in life.

And now... She's got a chance to go to
one of the best schools in the whole

country. I mean, it's everything I could
ever want. And what is the problem?

Ah, well, Montague, it's so...
Expensive.

No, it's so... Snobby. No.

No what?

So far away.

Tony, you're going to miss her.

Montague, I'm sorry.

I really am.

It's just that where I come from, you
know, people don't go shipping their

off to school.

What if you got lonely?

Marcy will be there.

Or what if you got sick? Who's going to
take care of you?

The nurse.

Yeah, she could do it.

I always think of that as my job, you
know.

You're my little girl.

And you're always going to be my little
girl. In fact, when you're an old lady,

you're going to be my little girl.

Wherever I am,

You'll always be my dad.

This is great, huh?

Yeah. Does this mean I can or can't go
away to school?

Let me see.

I guess you can.

Oh, right!

But wait a minute.

You're going to have to write. I will.
And call a lot. Hey, if anyone knows how

to use the phone.

And I'm going to visit a lot, you know.
Maybe every weekend. I know.

I'm going to make a real nuisance of
myself.

I know that, too.

But I want you to get great grades, you
know, so you can pick any college you

want, any job you want, and be all you
can be. Dad, it's prep school, not the

army.

Hey, sir, give me a pet.

I'll see you in the morning.

Okay.

Dad?

What's keeping the mailman?

You know he should be here by now.

Perhaps he's playing post office with
Mrs.

Wilmington.

Hey,

what do you say, ladies? What's up?

Waiting for the mailman.

Oh, well, could be a while.

I think Mrs. Wilmington's getting a
special delivery.

But look what we got!

Let me see, let me see, let me see, let
me see. Take it easy. Bill, Bill, Bill.

Letter from Montague. Oh, that's it.
Hold it, hold it. Letter from Bill.

Samantha,

it's here. It's a thick envelope. Oh,
that's a good sign. That means welcome

letters, brochures, forms to fill out.
It only takes one thin sheet of paper to

say kiss off, sucker.

I tell you, fat envelopes never lie.

Oh, this is great.

Isn't it, Tony?

Are you kidding me? It's terrific, huh?

Samantha, I'm so proud of you. You went
to something, you won it, and you got

it, huh? Hey, ice cream for everybody.

Okay, I'll be right there. I have to go
and call Marcy. Okay.

Things won't be the same around here
when Sam goes away to school.

Oh, sweetheart, you're going to miss
her.

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Well, going into that freezer can be
pretty hairy, but I think I made it.

I mean about Samantha.

I know.

Tony, you were great out there.

I know you were hurting, but you didn't
let it show.

And she's so happy.

I know.

And that's all I ever really wanted.

You're a very brave man, Tony Maselli.

Thanks, Angel.

The kind of unselfish hero you don't see
anymore.

Thanks, Angel. A knight in shining
armor. Enough!

Please, let's not go overboard.

Okay.

Dad, can I talk to you?

Oh, sure, hon. Hey. Oh, I'll take this
out. Thanks. Yeah.

What's up, honey?

You know, I've been thinking.

That's my little Montague girl.

Yeah, about Montague.

You know, it's really far away.

But we're going to keep in touch, right?
Right, right.

But it's not going to be the same.

Wait a minute, Sam, are you... Are you
saying you don't want to go to Montague?

Maybe not this year.

I'd miss you too much.

Oh!

Mossy didn't get in, huh?

They can't all be Miss Ellie's.

Hey, no.

You did very good. I like that.

Montague Academy.

Virtue above all.

Easy for you to say.

I'm glad Sam's going to be home with us.
But I was really looking forward to

passing on the torch.

Now, what am I going to do with all my
memorabilia?

I understand there's an empty wing at
the Smithsonian.

I understand there's an empty trash can
under the sink.

Pish -tosh.

Oh, look.

There's my president's pin from the Jane
Austen Society.

Who's Jane Austen?

That's some old maid who wrote books.

Oh, sweetheart.

She was a wonderful novelist.

And all the other members and I would
sit around every Saturday night and

discuss her works.

Is that when everybody else went to
Boston?

Those with limited intellectual
curiosity.

And they... Dad,

guess what?

Marcy's applying to a Finnish school.

No, no, sweetheart.

That is a finishing school.

No, it's a Finnish school.

In Finland. Can I go? No.