All language subtitles for whos_the_boss_s07e09_four_alarm_tony

Tony!

Why are you putting the mail back?

Because I put a flyer in there for a big
dance in with the mail. Why?

Because I bought some tickets for this
dance, see?

And I want to invite Angela.

But I don't want to make a big deal out
of it, so when she sees the flyer, I'll

casually ask her to go to the dance with
me.

Why?

Look, a giraffe!

Where? No way. I just wanted to hear a
different question.

Why?

Go in the house. Hurry up. Get in there.

I thought you and Angela were married.

Why?

What would make you think that?

Well, you live together and know each
other.

Well, yeah, but let me tell you
something, pal. There's a lot more to

married than that.

Well, what do married people do that you
and Angela don't?

Look, a giraffe.

Ah, the Starlight Ballroom is going to
have a last dance before they tear it

down. No, no, no, Mona. Where are you
going, Dad?

Goodness, I had no idea you were so
attached to inanimate objects.

I suppose that's why he likes Angela so
much, huh?

Write in the mail so it'll be easier to
ask her out.

I hope this is his idea.

Because if it's yours, it's pathetic.

Mona, Mona, Anto and I, you know, we
used to see other people and now we're

And I would just like to ease back into
what we had before.

Do you mean that vague, unfulfilling,
frustrating, immature joke you called a

relationship?

Yeah.

But the mystic location's perfect for
the shoot. Well, I'm glad you like it.

I'll go get the contracts.

Fine, I'll practice signing my name.

Right now, she's in there looking at the
flyer, thinking about how much she'd

like to go with me.

It's a great plan, Tony.

You know, you're a true romantic.

Thanks, sir. But you know, when you're
around women as much as I am, you learn

that timing is everything.

Angela, do you want to go to this? To
what?

The Starlight Ballroom, closing after 65
years.

Farewell dance, Saturday night.

What do you think?

Thanks, but I don't think so.

Oh, someone already asked you?

No, although I was hoping.

I mean, somebody might be.

Oh, well, it is this weekend. I mean, if
he hasn't asked you by now, I don't

think he will.

Come on, you can't wait forever.

This is it.

See, now, I go in there and I...
casually notice the fire, and I ask her

You're a genius, Tony.

Great. Well, I'm looking forward to
Saturday night, then.

Lucky thing this was in the mail, huh?
Yeah.

Bye. Bye.

You're a pinhead, Tony.

There's a time for love anytime.

That's it, brand new life around the
bend.

It ain't too long but you might awake to
a brand new life, brand new life, brand

new life around the bend.

This is beautiful, Tony.

I'm so glad you invited me.

You've always been my favorite customer
at the checkout stand.

Oh, hey, look, look, there's my boss.

Come on, come on, we'll meet him.

Angela, Tom, this is Lizzie. Hi.

Where have I seen you before?

Paper or plastic?

The Fairfield Market.

Hi. Well, why don't you join us? Oh,
thank you. Sure, we'd love to.

Tony's been coming in for five years,
and it took him this long to ask me out.

Can you believe it?

Well, he's funny that way.

Excuse me.

Do you mind if we sit here?

Sure, pull up a chair.

No, no.

He means, can we sit here?

See, when we first met 46 years ago, we
were sitting in those two seats.

And tonight's our last chance to relive
that moment before they close the

ballroom forever.

Oh, gee, you know, I just got
comfortable.

I'm kidding.

They know I'm kidding.

Reminds you of somebody, Nick? Yeah,
amazing.

Jenny used to beat up on me just like
that when we were a young couple.

Well, actually, we're not really a
couple.

Well, hey, neither were we when we first
met.

But six hours later, we were married.

Six hours, eh? Way to go, sister.

Seven years and Jack and Jill still
haven't fetched a pail of water.

Mother, I don't think these people want
to hear about our personal life. Why

not? They look like they could use a
laugh.

Oh, excuse me.

So tell me, tell me, how did you guys
end up getting married after only six

hours? It's just another one of those
stories about a Brooklyn guy and a

Connecticut girl with nothing in common,
thrown together by fate and passion.

I mean, I wouldn't want to bore you.

Bore us.

Bore us to death.

We love boredom.

Well, it was 1944.

Nobody knew when the war was going to
end, and I was working the loading docks

when I joined the Navy.

I was a cocky young kid, and Jenny was
well -to -do, Ivy League, you know, a

real snob.

Back then, the Starlight was a USO.

So one night, I come in with my buddy,
Ralph.

This is a lot richer than the Brooklyn U
.S., though. And where do you see the

dames? Hubba hubba.

Come on. Hey, a couple of beers, huh,
pal?

Hi, sailor.

Want to see my tattoos?

Praise the Lord, I'm fancy ammunition.

Hold your fire, this. Bobby, come on.
It's a long war.

Nick, what are you doing here?

Um, Lindy?

Don't be cute and charming with me. Two
nights ago I went on a moonlight drive

with you because you said you were
shipping out the next morning.

I'm back!

You're back?

After two days?

Shh. I was on a top secret mission.

Let's just say you won't be hearing much
about that Hitler guy anymore.

Wow! How'd you do it?

Step charge and his leader hosing. Boom.

Holy smoke.

Boy, are you smooth, Nick.

Top secret mission.

If I had to hide it with my own ears.

What about?

Did you ever see a dream walking?

She's too classy for guys like us.

You got that half right.

Nick, look out.

She's a real society dame.

I bet she never even heard of Brooklyn.

Probably thinks the Dodgers are from, I
don't know, California.

Who cares?

She's a knockout.

Yeah?

Too bad she's with that chicken colonel
over there.

Shine, mister.

Oh.

No, kid, not today.

How about a paper?

No, no, thanks.

Want to buy a watch?

No, scram.

Hey, hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Maybe there is something you guys can do
for me. I'm going to make it worth your

while, too.

Look, mister, you're fighting to keep
the world safe, so whatever it is, my

brother and I won't charge you. Just buy
a paper, okay? Sure, sure. You got it.

How much? Twenty bucks.

I'm giving you five, and there better be
some good news in here.

Now, come here, you.

Here's what you're going to do.

And I thought later we might stop by the
officer's club.

They have a string quartet.

Gosh, that sounds swell.

Daddy! Daddy!

Daddy!

I've never seen him before in my life.

Daddy, Mommy says please don't stay out
late again tonight.

Get out of here, kid. Go away.

Is that any way to talk to your son?

He's not my son.

Oh, Daddy!

Bye, Colonel.

But Jenny!

Leave me alone. I know a whack who's big
and can crush you.

Ho, ho, slow down, slow down, slow down.
Hey, you okay?

What? Oh, yes, I'm fine. It's just some
people.

Oh, you know, you gotta be careful.

There's always some wise guy out there
looking to take advantage of a swell

like you.

Care to join a lonely salad?

All right.

Let me see you. Thank you.

I'm Nick.

I'm Jenny. Oh, Jenny, huh? That's a nice
name.

You're probably one of them college
girls.

Those. I went to Wellfleet.

Prestigious. What'd you study?

18th century French literature with a
minor in medieval art.

Jenny's a nice name.

It had to be you.

It had to be you.

Hey,

it had to be us. What do you say?

Great.

It's a beautiful night tonight.

Nice moon out.

And I know this spot we could drive to.

Hold it. You're moving too fast. Oh,
you're right. I'm sorry.

I'm rushing it.

It's just... What?

I didn't want to say anything.

It's just... I'm shipping out tomorrow.

Oh, man.

Well, that's why I was rushing, because
I figured if I couldn't have at least

one kiss before I... Nick, you should
have said something. I

guess you were just being brave.

Oh, well.

The unit hasn't had any orders to ship
out. I know. I work for the U .S. War

Department. Did I mention I was on a
secret mission?

You are just an insensitive, dishonest
palooka. And you are only wanting one

thing from me, and you're not going to
get it, and that's no secret.

Oh, Jenny, wait a second.

Did you see that?

What a little spit for him.

There you're better off without him.

I don't know how.

And I'm going to get that girl.

You, Nick?

The blonde over there asked me to crush
you.

I'll see you later, Nick.

Wait, wait, wait.

She slaps you. She has you crushed.
You're lucky she liked you.

So what happened?

Ah, come on. You kids don't want to hear
the rest of this. You should be out

there dancing.

Oh, hey, I got an idea. Why don't you
two go out on the floor, warm it up for

us, and then we'll meet you after we
hear the story.

World War II.

Now, that was the one with John Wayne,
wasn't it?

Well,

I was feeling pretty low, but Jenny here
couldn't get me out of her mind. I

mean, she was kicking herself for
walking out on such a great guy.

Now, hold it. That's not exactly how it
was.

Oh, man.

Tell me about it.

He's a first -class jerk, a bum. If I
never see him again, it'll be too soon.

Yeah. So can I have a shot at him?

No!

I'm shipping out tomorrow. If I could
have but one kiss.

Oh, how could anybody be brainless
enough to fall for a routine like that?

No, I heard it with my own ear. He
blasted Hitler right out of his shorts.

Forget it. about her?

She's stuck up. She's got no sense of
humor.

And I don't think she's a natural
blonde.

Hey, watch it, pal.

You're talking about the woman I love.
What do I know? I ain't had a date since

1931.

You! Uh -oh. I got five bucks on Popeye
the Sailor Man.

Yes, sir. Sir, look, I know what I did
was wrong, and I'm sorry. I apologize.

It's just there's something about that
girl, sir.

I had to be with her. I mean, you
understand, don't you?

So, look, I'm sorry. I apologize.

No hard feelings, huh, sir?

Yeah. No hard feelings.

You should have ate your spinach.

You big bully. He was apologizing to
you.

I think I broke my hand. That guy's got
a head like a rock.

How could you let that guy sucker punch
you like that? It don't make sense. Shut

up, Ralph.

I mean, you were a free champion two
years running. I don't get it. Shut up,

Ralph.

Oh, you poor thing.

I've got a first aid kit in the car. If
you want, I can put something on that.

Well, okay.

I want you to know that I'm just doing
this to help a serviceman. It in no way

changes the way I feel about you.

Oh.

I understand, and that's okay with me.

Good.

Be careful. It's my last pair of nylons.
Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh,

look.

Now you got to run.

To hell with him.

What is it?

What do you want?

We got our orders. We ship out tomorrow.

I don't need any help. Get out of here.

Yeah, he doesn't need any help. Beat it.

This is no scam, Nick. It's the real
thing.

He's right.

It's the real thing.

You ship out at 0800.

Give me that.

If I can't get a woman with this, I
deserve to get shot.

You can't believe it.

It's not fair. We just met.

You know, I may not see you again for
weeks or months or... I may never...

marry me.

Oh, but, man, we can't do that. We
barely know each other. It would be

Well, take your time, you know.

Don't rush.

Take five, ten minutes. Mull it over.

Decide. Say yes.

Would it be crazy?

I'm sorry.

And now from London, here's the latest
on the war.

This is London.

It's a city under sea.

Hitler's V2 rockets drop with increasing
frequency on this already battered

metropolis. As Londoners take refuge in
the relative safety of the underground,

the worst part, they say, is not knowing
where or when the next rocket may hit.

If we're going to get married, you
should probably tell me your last name.

So we found a chapel down the street,
woke up the pastor.

And we've had the same last name for 46
years.

So, hey, and then the next morning you
went overseas.

Not exactly.

The orders weren't real?

Yeah, the orders were real. But that
night after we got married, Nick threw

his back out.

Carrying you over the threshold.

No. Oh!

Well, hey, if you've got to be for a
rep, it beats getting your foot caught

thresher.

But if it weren't for those orders, we
would never have gotten married.

And we wouldn't be sitting here tonight.

So, sometimes crazy ideas work out.

Come on, you want to dance? You bet.

Hey, that's a terrific story.

Oh, well, they're not the only people
who move fast.

Oh, yeah, it figures.

She works the express lane.

Well, looks like we lost our date.

Yeah, well, actually, um, it's okay,
because, um, I kind of wanted to

ask you this myself.

Really? Oh, why didn't you?

Because I'm slow.

Do you think that we're moving too slow?

Well, I don't think that we can compare
ourselves to other people. And I think

every situation is different.

Yes.

Have you been happy the last seven
years?

Oh, yeah. Well, except for those three
weeks when I thought I was losing my

hair.

No,

I'd say these have been the happiest.

Years of my life.

Me too.

Maybe that means what we've been doing
is right.

Hey, they're playing us.

I mean, they're playing their song.

Want to dance? What do you say?

No, you don't think we're moving too
fast.

It's okay.

It's a slow dance.

Well, who says the night has to end?

Not again.

I hate when this happens.

That's better.

I like it the old -fashioned way.