All language subtitles for My Favorite Martian s01e20 My Nephew the Artist

Hey, that's not bad.

That's not bad at all.

Whose style are you using?

Rembrandt?

Picasso?

Modigliani? Van Gogh. Oh, you knew him,
too?

Knew him? Who do you think told him to
cut off his ear for his sweetheart?

He's got a lot to learn about being a
friend. Well, I did it for his own good.

He wanted to cut off his nose.

Poor guy was really feeling down, huh?

Yeah, he's not the only one.

Oh, come on, Uncle Martin. No, I've
asked you. Please snap out of it.

Oh, Tim, how do you think I feel?

You've extended yourself on my behalf,
and I can't raise a dime in

Oh, forget it.

Well, it isn't right. It isn't right for
you to carry the whole load.

Uncle Martin, look.

Someday when the Crosstown bus goes into
orbit, I will visit your planet, and

you can show me some good old -fashioned
Martian hospitality.

Now, will you please go back to your
penny and come on, cheer up.

I'll try.

I thought you were going to paint.

Oh. Oh, I am.

You are a great painter.

Yes, but my wallet is empty.

Well, who's counting?

I'll see you later.

Thanks.

Great painter.

If I were a great painter, I could...
sell my paintings and I could

Just look at the integrity that went
into that painting, madam.

You can almost smell the roses.

Look, mister, when I see what I want,
I'll let you know. I don't like a pushy

art dealer.

May I help you, sir?

Yes, I'm looking for Mr. Green.

Don't tell me. I know.

You're an artist and want to sell me
that painting. My eagerness gave me

The hungry look on your face.

Oh, well, I'll have to eat a double
breakfast tomorrow morning.

It can't be.

There's only one Van Gogh.

Yes, I have attempted to copy his style,
I admit.

Why, this could have been painted by Van
Gogh himself.

The same bold strokes, the same fire.

Yes, I remember Vincent telling me...
Vincent?

Uh, Vincent Pasquale.

He's my butcher.

This painting, Mr... O 'Hara. It's
signed in the lower right -hand corner.

painting has depth and meaning.

Thank you. I remember da Vinci saying,
depth and meaning.

Tony da Vinci. He's a friend of Vincent
Pasquale's.

I'd like to sell this painting for you.

I think you have something to say as an
artist.

And if I can help further your career...
I feel I was contributing to society.

Thank you very much, Mr. Green. That's a
marvelous attitude.

I'll divide the proceeds with you.

Is that fair?

That's very fair. Thank you very much.

Mr.

Green, why don't you offer that lady my
painting? I have a feeling she'll like

it.

Listen, I'm in a hurry and I can't get
that door open, so would you...

Just the right thing for a bedroom, I'd
say.

That's just what I was thinking.

But in all fairness, madam, I wouldn't
suggest this painting unless your

bedspread were baby blue with fringes of
yellow.

Well, that's just what it is.

How much?

I'm not spending a dollar over 40. As it
is, I'll have to tell my husband I

bought it for less.

Forty dollars?

Madam, artists are human beings.

My husband isn't.

Very well.

Forty dollars.

Thank you, madam. Don't mention it.

Mr.

O 'Hara, it looked as though you were
reading that woman's mind.

How hard it is to read a blank.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Your paintings are moving wonderfully.

How soon can you let me have some more?

Quite soon.

Mr. O 'Hara, I can't tell you how
excited I am to think that I've been

instrumental in some small way of
bringing you to the attention of the

Goodbye for now.

Goodbye, and thank you very much.

me a Gainsborough for my bathroom.

Madam, Mr. O 'Hara is not a bathroom
painter.

He's a great craftsman, and I intend to
encourage him.

Why, I'm going to surprise him with a
showing of his own paintings.

A showing?

For whom?

O 'Hara.

You see, this art dealer I know called
to ask me a favor to include a piece in

our art column about a new find of his,
an artist named O 'Hara, and I wondered

if it was any relation.

Well, did this man, uh... Happen to
mention O 'Hara's first name?

All Green said was that the artist's
name was O 'Hara. You know, this last

stuff only for artists like Rembrandt,
Van Gogh, Lautrec.

Any relation?

No, Mr. Burns. No, there's no Lautrecs
in my family.

Oh, come on. I meant, is this O 'Hara
artist related to you?

Well, I have a large family tree. You
know, maybe one of the twigs fell off

branch. How can you have a showing?

I mean, I mean, all...

People asking questions.

Now, what are you going to tell them?
Well, I paint like Rembrandt because I'm

450 years old and I come from Mars.

That would raise a few eyebrows,
wouldn't it?

Eyebrows? It would raise scalps.

Well, I had no idea Mr. Green was
planning a showing for me.

None of this would have happened if you
hadn't insisted on helping me with the

expenses.

That proves it.

Proves what?

That the road to Pluto is paved with
good intentions.

Well, down here, that road leads
somewhere else.

Will you stop painting?

Look what you did.

Uh -oh.

What? It's him. Who?

The little man who's innocently boiling
me in oil.

I just have to come over personally to
surprise you.

Guess what?

What?

You are having a showing of your work at
my gallery tomorrow.

And Mr.

Bentley, the great art expert of them
all, has agreed to come.

Mr. Bentley? Yes.

If he gives you his stamp of approval,
you're on your way.

I'm on my way right now.

Oh, Tim, Tim, I want you to meet Mr.
Green.

Mr. Green, this is my nephew, Tim, the
real artist who painted all the

you admire so much. You do?

Yes, it's not I, but my talented nephew
who's at ease at the easel. No, no,

no, don't deny it, Tim. I can't take
credit for something I did not do.

I don't understand.

You said that you did the painting.
Well, I'm afraid I was trying to bask in

spotlight of my nephew, Mr. Green. I
understand, but if he's your nephew...

can at least stand in the shadow of
greatness.

Well, it was almost the truth, anyway.

The painting's assigned by O 'Hara, and
this is the real O 'Hara. Eh, Tim? Oh,

my... You see how modest he is?

Tim, this is your big chance.

Oh, I pass. No, no, no, no.

But you just have to have that showing.

I've invited everyone.

After all these years, to think that I,
personally, have discovered a great

genius. Be at ease, Mr. Green.

My nephew, the painter, will be there
tomorrow to take his vows and stand

proudly beside his paintings.

It was a lucky day for me when your
uncle walked into my life.

I shall never forget it.

Neither will I.

Sam!

Sam, now you come out of that closet!

and no one will know that you didn't
paint those paintings.

I told you, I am not here!

Tim!

All right, Tim, I'm going to leave and
you will never be bothered by me again.

Uncle Martin?

Uncle Martin?

art show tonight.

Tim, when are you earthlings going to
learn that man's most precious commodity

is his dignity, his pride?

Would you rob a nice little man like Mr.
Green of his supreme moment? Would you

deprive him of introducing to the world
a great artist?

You make it sound as though I were
walking around kicking little puppies.

Well, until you earth people learn to
respect the finer aspects of mankind,

you're going to remain exactly what you
are, a bunch of two -legged mental

midgets.

You want me to go stand in the corner?

No, stand tall.

Uncle Martin, I do not know the first
thing about art. Now, suppose somebody

walks up to me and asks me a question.

Don't answer and look intelligent.

Oh, that'll never work. Of course it
will. All you have to do is look like a

genius. Like this.

Marvelous display of color.

What colors did you mix?

Brown, yellow, and green, diluted to a
thin perfection.

It was so nice of you to come.

Mr. Bentley, here is my talented
discovery.

Oh, we are in the presence of genius.

That remains to be seen.

Do you doubt that the artist who
fathered these paintings is endowed with

genius, sir?

Not at all. That's why I was being
careful.

couldn't quite understand Mr. Bentley's
reluctance to be persuaded so rapidly.

After all, when Mr.

Bentley puts his stamp of approval on an
artist, he's accepted as a major talent

by the world.

Uh, come on, Uncle Martin, you want to
take me home? I had a rough day at the

easel. Oh, come now, don't tell us that,
uh, our genius doubts his talent?

My nephew is insulted, and rightly so,
that you have cast aspersions on the

of O 'Hara.

Oh, not at all, sir.

But since the name O 'Hara is on all of
these marvelous paintings, how indeed

can we tell that one man painted them
all?

Let's go put my brushes to bed. No, no,
no.

Mr. Bentley, there are those who say
that Shakespeare did not author his

works, and even those who doubt that the
world was made in six days.

Oh, were you there, sir? I was.

That is, I was about to say that one man
did paint all of these paintings, and I

can, that is, he can prove it.

I'm sure that Mr.

O 'Hara understands your skepticism, Mr.
Bentley, but the solution is quite

simple. It is?

Why, yes.

You can paint in the style of the
masters before his very eyes.

Well, that seems like a very fair test.

We accept.

And what's more, he'll do five paintings
at once.

Oh, I'm so proud of you. Eight o 'clock
tomorrow night, here.

Mr. O 'Hara will be here.

And can hardly wait.

You're very lucky, young man. Most of
the masters died before they had a

to prove their talent.

Lucky. I mean, it's lucky that I'm
alive.

The name of O 'Hara the artist will live
forever.

Thank you.

paint five pictures for Mr. Bentley when
I can't even paint at all?

Well, let's see.

Just because I'm holding a brush doesn't
mean that... Hey,

you're controlling my hand.

No, I'm actually controlling the brush.

You're just going along for the ride.

I'm a painter.

I'm a painter.

That's what we're going to prove to Mr.
Bentley.

Well, don't stop now, Uncle Martin. Come
on. I want to see what picture's going

to be.

That's right, Tim. You're in command
here. You're going to be... great.

Getting a cold?

I don't know. I suddenly started getting
stuffy. Ah,

genius. I have five easels set up for
you. Ah, splendid.

There's Mr. O 'Hara, darling.

And you said he wouldn't show up.

Frankly, my dear, I didn't think he
would.

Well, did Robert Fulton show up?

Mr. Green, will you take us to the
easels, please?

Right this way.

Twig off the branch, eh?

Yeah.

Mr. Burns, what are you doing here?

He's an art lover.

I'm an art lover. And he's curious about
the name O 'Hara. And I'm curious.

Ah, just a lucky guess.

Tim, is that why you were so evasive
back at my office? Why didn't you tell

that you were the O 'Hara that Green was
raving about?

Oh, well, I... Don't tell me. I know.
You want to quit your job.

I want to quit my job?

I don't blame you, my boy. Anyone who
can paint like you should devote all his

time to art.

Uncle Martin.

Don't say it. I know. I just read your
mind.

Such language.

What am I going to do? If I don't go
through with this, I'm going to disgrace

nice Mr. Green. If I do go through with
it, I lose my job.

Well, I'll say you're in a pickle.

And you marinated me.

I like the way you turn a phrase.

What am I going to do?

You'll see.

Now, I will leave it to Mr.

Bentley to choose which artists I should
emulate.

Rembrandt, Lautrec, Picasso, Gauguin,
and Van Gogh.

Child's play.

Ladies and gentlemen, but I must take a
moment to reflect before I jump in.

Our genius seems reluctant.

What's holding us up? My battery's dead.

What?

Can't you hear how nasal I sound? I'm
allergic to something in this room, and

can't use my limitation finger. Well,
why not?

Well, my sensitivity's all fouled up.
Well, unfoul it. Have you seen that

of vultures out there?

Well, I can't unfoul it, not until I
find... find out what I'm sensitive to,

then I gotta get rid of it. Well, what
am I gonna do?

Stall. What? Stall.

Stall. Stall.

Stall. Stall.

I never should have gotten out of the
closet.

Well, now, I suppose you're all
wondering about me.

Ah, who I am, where I was born. Well,
that's only natural.

I was born in Toledo.

I was a very healthy baby.

I was six pounds and nine ounces.

I was at nine pounds and six ounces.

Is that really important?

Well, most of my mother.

Darling, I think you were right after
all.

It certainly appears that way.

Tim, start painting.

I remember now, yes. It was six pounds
and nine ounces. Of course, I got a

little bit bigger as my formula changed.

It won't be long now, folks.

Now, where was I?

I believe you were on your formula. And
I believe we're meeting.

You can't. You just can't. What are you
doing?

Oh, madam, one of Mr. O 'Hara's
intentions is to...

Paint you in the style of Van Gogh,
didn't he tell you?

What has that got to do with your taking
my flower?

Now, madam, don't be modest.

Mr. O 'Hara knows that a subject with
such character and beauty would never

allow herself to be painted with a
flower.

After all, why divert the observer?

Why compete with nature?

Are you really going to paint me in Van
Gogh's style?

I mean, yes, I... Young man, you have
stalled long enough.

I never really did think he had any
talent. I believe that Mr. O 'Hara is

ready to show you that he's loaded with
talent.

Rather jerky style.

Who knows how a genius paints Mr.
Bentley.

Why, he's doing it.

I see it, but I...

my boy.

Amazing.

Gauguin, Van Gogh, Picasso, Lautrec,
Rembrandt.

What did you expect, sir?

Chopped liver? I am an artist.

I envy you your moment, Mr. Green.
You've given the world a major talent.

I have been privileged.

Something always told me Tim was great.

No more newspaper work for you, eh,
genius?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's great.

But our genius has saved the best news
for last. Tell them, Tim.

Well, I, uh... You tell them, Uncle
Morton. You have all inspired himself

my nephew has reached a cataclysmic
decision.

Do tell us.

Still shy.

Tim has decided that he no longer wishes
to imitate the masters.

He is forsaking imitation forever.

has decided to strike out on his own to
develop his own unique style.

Wonderful. Tim, why don't you
demonstrate your new approach to art?

Oh, you think I should?

Definitely. Go right ahead, Tim. There's
an easel. If you say so, Uncle Martin.

Marvelous. What a beautiful specimen of
O 'Hara -ism.

Such daring style.

Such a definite likeness.

Definite likeness of what?

Why, of you, Mr. Burns.

Me? Yes, Tim just painted your portrait.

Mr. Bentley, where do you think
something like this should be hung?

I wouldn't hang it, I'd throw it.

Better show up at the office for work
tomorrow.

You paint like that, you're going to
starve.

I respect your opinions, sir.

You better put in some overtime, too.
You're going to need the money.

Mr.

Martin, look.

Do me a great big favor and make me a
promise. Never try to earn any money to

help me. I can't afford it.

All right.

But it's going to be a little difficult
for me to write checks on the Mars

National Bank.