All language subtitles for Whos The Boss s06e07 Sam Can Manage

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

An open road and a road that's hidden. A
brand new life all down 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 awaken to a brand new

life brand new life

Hello?

Hey.

What's up?

Uh, nothing much, nothing much. Had to
pay a buck nine for lettuce.

Can you believe the... Sam!

Oh, my man Al!

My man Tony!

So, these must be friends of yours in
there, right? They go to Al's Beauty

College. Oh, well, I thought I smelled
mousse.

So, how's school? How's school?

Any beauty tips?

Yeah, your skin needs an exfoliator.

Really? Really? I thought my night cream
was enough.

Come on, Al. Tell Dad the news.

Those guys in there, me?

We got ourselves a band, and I'm the
singer. No kidding.

What kind of music?

Sort of.

Well,

that's my favorite.

That and Vicky Carr.

You know, I can already see our first
album coming out. Me hitchhiking on a

lonely highway and the title, American
Loser.

It's pretty depressing, Al. Yeah.

Maybe you should just focus on singing
and writing the lyrics for now.

Hey, I penned one today. What do you
think? Oh, let me see. Let me see.

Stuck in a steel mill.

Hate my boss.

Now my bike don't work.

Gotta walk home. Gotta walk home.

That's terrific, Al. Terrific. Read the
chorus. Go ahead.

There's a chorus.

Home, home, home.

It rhymes.

Just put away the groceries.

That swordfish was thinking like a
corpse.

Tony!

Tony, there are strange people in our
kitchen.

Oh, no, no, Angela. They're not strange.
They're beauticians.

But that's by day. By night, they're a
Springsteen -y, hard -kicking, power

rock group. And the lead singer is none
other than... You remember Al?

Come on, let's hear your take. Hey,
yeah!

Don't, it didn't turn out too good. The
garage replay stinks.

Who cares? Let's rock and roll, Sam.

A band.

Good.

What is that, a train going by?

Well, actually, it's the automatic
garage door going up.

Yeah, it's on the same frequency as the
guitar.

Al, you can't take around that tape.

It's not professional. Be serious.

I am serious.

I even did these flyers up. You mind
posting some of them around your school?

Sure, I'd love to. Yeah, yeah, give me
some too. I'll put them around my

My pleasure.

Wow, this is the warmest family.

Hey, check these out. You know, I paid
extra for the ornate calligraphy.

No, Angela, it's Ark Bend.

Actually, it's Al's band.

I was closer than you.

Al, you can't post these. It represents
your band.

Make it legible.

Wow. You're a woman of ideas.

Hey, and put a picture of yourselves on
it. I mean, you've got good hair. Show

it off.

How do you come up with these things?

I don't know. I guess it's just natural
talent.

Hey, maybe in college I should major in
rock and roll.

Or neurosurgery.

Al, I hate to break this to you, but
Reagan, Reagan, Reagan isn't president

anymore. Oh, I know, but Bush, Bush,
Bush, that doesn't work.

Okay, guys, that's a wrap. Great
rehearsal. Same time, same place

Oh, wait a minute. How come you're
giving out the orders?

Because I'm the manager.

Oh, you are? When did this happen?

Hey, we needed someone to help get a
stage, you know, shape our image, to map

our career growth.

Hey, Sam, when you go on a world tour,
do you hit every city?

Sam, can I talk to you, please?

Sam, you don't have time for this
managing thing, Sam. You've got to study

and get great grades and get into that
good neurosurgery school.

Dad, I promise this won't interfere with
my schoolwork.

Think of it as part of my education.

A school without walls. You know, Sam, I
like walls, you see, because you can

hang things on them like diplomas.

Dad, the guys need me. I mean, you heard
their taste. Yeah, but Sam, you don't

know what you're getting into here.

I mean, the world of rock and roll, it's
dank, it's dark. It's smoky. It's

filled with sinister roadies and
tattooed women. You've seen Cher's

Look, I know I've never done anything
like this before, but that's what makes

so exciting.

Well, Sam, one thing I've learned in
life, excitement is highly overrated.

Hey, Sam, we got a managerial question
here. Should we roll up our sleeves like

this or just rip them right off?

Sorry, Dad. Time is money.

I think I... I think that ripping is old
news. The answer is Van

Halen. Oh, so Van Halen is a member of
Van Halen.

Yes.

I don't like what's going on now.

Now Sam is managing Al's band.

What's wrong with that? Bands need good
help. Even a great heavy metal band like

Van Heflin.

I don't know.

Managing a band sounds... like fun. Come
on, Angela. What does she know about

managing a band? She don't even look
like a manager.

Oh, what does a manager look like? Well,
they're these tough little guys, you

know, with them pencil -thin mustaches,
you know, and pinky rings and open

shirts with gold chains dangling in
their sweaty chest hairs.

Wow, you're good at that.

Now can you tell me what a bronco rider
looks like?

Don't test me, Angela.

All I'm saying is I'm not sure she can
even handle this.

Okay, guys, I'll see you tomorrow.
Billy, you need new strings. Greer, we

your car. And Dale, don't be late for
practice or I'm going to have to kick

butt. All right.

Okay, next time we'll talk about
haircuts.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We're from the American Beauty College.

Hair is what we do.

Artists can be so sensitive.

Hey, did you hear Sam's new name for the
group? I can see it on the marquee now.

Al and the Hot Rollers.

Yeah.

And then underneath in small letters.

Also appearing, Michael Jackson.

She's good.

Savvy.

I wonder if Colonel Parker's father had
these problems.

Who?

They're this great new group.

Al and the Hot Rollers.

Of course you haven't heard of them.
They're new.

They're fresh. They're hot. They're
cheap.

Hello?

Can't get a gig.

I'm hurting big.

Al, I'm sorry. I haven't gotten you guys
a gig yet, but it's only been two

weeks. Oh, sure, Sam. No problem. No
pressure.

You know, it's not me. I don't care at
all, you know? It's the guys.

They need 50 ,000 fans screaming, I love
you, Al.

Hi, guys.

Have you heard the new Paul McCartney
album?

I especially like those songs he co
-wrote with Elvis Costello.

Ooh, Angela, I'm impressed.

Oh, that's nothing. I know all about
rock, reggae, rockabilly, postmodern,

fusion. What do you think of hip -hop?

Mother!

I'm home, home, home with news, news,
news.

No, no, no, that's no gold.

Now, how does this sound? One week from
Friday, Fairfield Junior High School,

7th grade shindig. Well, you got us a
gig? I got you a gig. My man, Tony. Give

me five.

Give me five. Give me five, my man,
Tony.

Give me five.

It's all right, Al. It's all right.

Immortalize somebody else. Somebody.

How'd you do it? You know, Sam's been
striking out for two weeks. Well, it

wasn't without cost.

The next talent show, I promised the
principal I'd do the merengue with her.

What would we be without this guy? He's
the man, right, Sam?

Yeah, he's the man.

Well, let's celebrate. Come on, Dad, you
want to help me with some refreshments?

I'm always ready to give my little girl
a hand.

Hey, Al, one small step for Al in the
hot rollers.

And?

That's it.

What a coup, huh?

Look, I know you're trying to help, and
I know you meant well.

my turf and stay off.

The music business is a jungle.

Sam, what's going on? I thought you'd be
happy I got the band some work.

Dad, I'm the manager. I get the band
work.

And besides, this team... bopper gig
just isn't the way to launch their

Oh, sure it is. Hey, Al's a bopper, the
kid's a teeny, it's perfect.

It's not perfect, it's the wrong image.

Well, at least they got a job, you know.

Dad, how much does this job pay?

Pay?

So they're getting paid nothing.

No, no. Oh, no, there's going to be a
snack bar. I wouldn't call ringdings and

pudding pops nothing.

And besides, besides, hey, what price
can you put on exposure?

Dad, what good is exposure if it gets
them the reputation of being a bubblegum

group? Dad, we want an older, more
sophisticated audience, like 15, 16.

Oh, sure, Sam, that's older and more
sophisticated?

Dad, they're the ones who buy the
records and go to the concerts.

Oh, so you really have thought about
this, huh?

It's just that whenever you think I'm in
over my head, you try to take over.

Oh, I do not, Sam.

Dad, remember that model I did for my
anatomy project?

You redid it while I was sleeping.

Well, it just didn't speak to me, Sam.
It didn't say spleen, you know.

By the way, by the way, what did we get
on that?

It's just that you're always helping me,
and I'm always letting you.

Well, that's what I do. I help my little
girl.

and let me do something all by myself.

Okay. Okay.

Go ahead. Go.

Go manage.

Hi, Sam.

Get a gig?

Get a gig?

Get a gig?

supposed to get a gig when these club
owners keep on calling me honey

sugar cookie baby doll Sam I have been
there

no one takes me seriously maybe I'm in
over my head

this reminds me of my first summer job
the Fairfield boat club

canoe division 15 girls wanted that job
and I got it It was a proud

moment for me.

My daughter, the or girl.

Anyway, I loved that job. What I didn't
love, however, was Mr.

Lancaster, the manager.

He used to call me honey, sweetheart,
baby.

He didn't think the job could be done by
a pretty blonde girl.

Don't embellish it, dear.

Anyway, he started making me so nervous,
I started doubting myself and making

mistakes.

One day, I sent boat 17 out, oarless.

The scandal spread all over town.

We had to move after that.

Anyway, I started thinking that Mr.
Lancaster was right, that I couldn't do

job. And, Mother, do you remember what
you told me?

No.

You said that I'd earned the right to
that job and that I was good at it.

Oh, yeah.

And I also... said you should never feel
guilty about that elderly couple who

had to swim back to shore.

I was a good mother.

Sam, the point is, stand your ground.

Stop listening to the Mr.

Lancasters of the world and you get back
on that phone.

Get it? Honey? Sweetie? Cookie? Baby?

I'm just taking that from you.

Isn't this clever? A rock deli.

Oh, and what a cute saying.

When you knish upon a star.

So, what do you think of the dark, dank
world of rock and roll now, huh?

Well, I seem dankier.

But that's not too bad. I mean, you got
a nice little stage and spotlight and

nice cheesecake.

Looks like processed cheese to me.

Look at Sam managing four hunky guys,
and I work with you.

Hey, hey, hey, Sam, what do you say?
Hold it. Do you have a backstage pass?

Uh, no, no, but I used to birth the
band's manager.

Okay, you're in. Okay, hey, guys, how
you feeling? Yeah, all right. Hey,

Sam, I'm really proud of you. You were
right to hold out for a paying gig.

Yeah, waiting to see my cut of the
action.

$7 .50.

Ooh, not bad for 120 hours of work, eh?

Okay, well, Dad, the show's about to
start. All right, honey, good luck, good

luck. Hey, guys, knock them dead. Come
on.

Okay, guys, guitars all tuned?

Definitely. Energy up? Yes, you know it.

Are you ready to rock? Ready to rock.

We're talking last calls for the
bathroom.

Excuse us.

Jonathan. He's here.

At least he was here.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Here
comes funny man Jonathan Bauer.

Oh, no.

Hey, how you doing, folks? Good.

Let me ask you something. Cops, donut
shops, what gives?

Thanks, Mom.

Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to
someone special.

My mother, Angela Bauer.

He raised me by herself. She's a big wig
on Madison Avenue, and she still can't

work the VCR.

Come on, you big dummy. Read the
instruction book.

Give him the hook.

I had a date the other night. I don't
know. Was it me? Was it her?

Hey, you're too hip for this place. Come
on.

Hey,

kiddo. You band ready?

You bet.

Um, Eddie.

Look, I hate to bother you about this
now, but the deal we made was for $75 up

front, and my band's about to go on.

You sure it was $75?

Positive. Well, listen, you have your
boys play, and we'll settle later.

What do you mean later?

All right, let's rock and roll!

We had a deal. We still do.

Play, then I'll pay.

Hit it, guys!

All right!

Get those boys playing, or you'll never
work in this deli again.

Understand, sweetheart?

Hey, Sam, is he threatening you? Because
nobody threatens my daughter.

Could I speak to him, Sam, please?

Sam?

No, no.

I can handle this guy.

I'm the manager.

Well, as manager, you could hire me as
muscle.

and I come cheap, real cheap. I'll pay
you.

No, Dad.

I'm on my own here.

Look, what you're doing here isn't
right. You owe us $75.

Take me to people's court.

Look, I... No, you look.

I don't have time to play with little
girls.

You got it, sweetheart?

Get this, sweetheart.

You give us our $75, or else... Eddie,
we need a cigarette. Later.

Or else what?

Or else we walk.

Are you going to tell your customers
that there's no live music tonight? That

the only live entertainment is funny man
Jonathan Bauer?

Jonathan, tell another joke.

But don't get me wrong. I love Los
Angeles. And how about those free...

he go on? He's got a million of them.

You drive a hard bargain.

I do, don't I?

Here you go.

Sixty -five bucks.

Eddie!

I'm just trying.

Of course, the heroin is killing me.

Thank you.

Okay, guys, let's rock and roll.

All right, let's rock and roll!

What?

A little girl?

You got that right.

But she's no little girl.

Things have got to change.

We're going to make a fuss.

Andrew, please, don't touch the drums
and don't touch the drumsticks.

Okay.

I'm much better on the trumpet.