All language subtitles for My Favorite Martian s03e22 Butterball

Hmm, that's a fine piece of writing,
Tim.

You should be very proud.

Well, right now I'm too busy being
scared to be proud.

Well, stop worrying.

Butterball's probably on his way to some
remote crush hideout by now.

Boy, I sure hope so.

Because I just cannot get over the
feeling that he is not about to forget

was partially responsible for putting
him behind bars in the first place.

Oh, Tim, Butterball knows your
government's top Sikh agents are hot on

trail. I doubt if he's going to take
time to settle a private vendetta.

No matter how vindictive he feels toward
you. I suppose you're right.

Well, uh... I'd better take off now.

I'm going to test my new gyro up in the
hills tonight.

And leave me all alone.

Tim.

Well, I'm sorry.

You go ahead. I'll be fine.

Well, I wouldn't leave you if I thought
otherwise.

I'll see you in the morning, Tim.

I hope so.

Say hello to Delilah, baby.

Delilah wants you to wake up, baby.

Well, who are you?

Who are you?

She is Delilah.

Something new in secret weapons.

Miller Hanna.

It seems Crush has a little score to
settle with you, hmm?

Seven, eight thousands of a drossel off
center.

That could have been disastrous.

I don't see how I possibly could have
made that gross an error in my

calculation.

Now, why would Tim leave the door open
on a chilly night like this?

Tim?

Tim?

Tim, where are you?

Probably just went to the drugstore.
Let's see now. Where was I?

Oh, yes.

The gyro, 7 -8 ,000th off.

Ah,

so that's it.

Some young lady persuaded him to take
her out.

And I'll bet she didn't have to use a
gun on him either.

Tim. Tim.

Hello, Martin.

Where are you? At home.

I'm using PTA.

PTA.

Pictorial telepathy audio.

A further development of mental
telepathy audio.

Oh.

Do you know where you are?

No. No, I was blindfolded.

I can tell you one thing, though.

This isn't Buckingham Palace.

And I wouldn't exactly call the reading
matter here inspirational.

Now, listen carefully, Tim. I'm going to
try to find you with mental telepathy

audio. You're going to have to keep up a
steady stream of talk so I can zero in

on your sound waves.

Oh, great. Well, I suppose I just keep
yelling, Help!

It doesn't make any difference.

Just so I have sound waves to vector on.

he has some ridiculous idea that I'm an
agent for Top Seek.

He keeps threatening to make me sing.

An excellent idea.

Why don't you accommodate him?

Well, you know that I don't know the
first thing about Top Seek. I wouldn't

one agent from... Oh!

You mean sing!

Anything as long as I can get a fix on
your position.

Over and out.

My body lies over the ocean.

My body lies over... the sea.

My Bonnie lies over the ocean.

I'll bring back my Bonnie.

My Bonnie lies over the ocean. My

Bonnie lies over the sea.

Hi, Butterball. You like music?

My Bonnie lies over the ocean.

I'll bring back my Bonnie to me.

Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.

To me.

Bring back, bring back. Oh, bring, bring
back.

Bring back.

Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.

My Bonnie lies over the ocean.

My Bonnie lies over the sea.

My Bonnie... Come on, we're not formal
here, Butterball. You just go ahead and

join in. If you don't know the lyrics,
well, you can just... Hummel on.

My body lies over the ocean.

My body lies over the sea.

My... Very interesting, O 'Hara.

Do you really think to discourage me
with this false display of bravado?

Oh, come on, Butterball. Don't you like
to have any fun? Now, do you know down

by the old mill stream... Oh, yes.

I buried my last three victims there.

You're just a bundle of laughs.

I guess you don't like that one. I come
to think of it, I'm not so fond of it

myself right now. All right.

How about this? Now, why don't you just
all join in? Ready? And a one, and a

two. In her hair, she wore a yellow
ribbon. She wore it in the winter and

merry month of May.

What am I doing?

I'm trying to locate my friend who is in
mortal danger.

No, no, we are not shooting a new Cloak
and Dagger spy series for television.

I don't care how corny the dialogue
sounds to you. Now, will you kindly stop

interrupting me?

Huh? Will you please?

Far away.

Far away. No, stop that caterwauling.

What's the matter, Butterball?

Can't you take it?

Oh, I can take it all right, my friend.

But I just realized what you're up to.

Somewhere on your person, you have a
miniature transmitter hidden.

Transmitter? What would I be doing with
a miniature transmitter?

Enabling your friends at Topsyk to zero
in on you.

However, you may continue with the
concert if you choose. It won't help you

anymore. Why not?

Why not?

Because I have just pulled the switch.

On our decibel dissonator, it
effectively disperses the sound waves

multitude of directions.

Your friends at Topsyk won't be able to
pinpoint them.

I believe the next line of your song is,
It's for her lover who is far, far

away.

Mama always wanted me to sing on the
stage.

I've lost contact.

I asked you before not to interfere with
my being.

I don't care how many pastrami's on rye
you smell in there.

I... Oh.

So that's what you've been trying to
tell me, huh?

Thanks, buddy.

Welcome to Crush headquarters, Mr. O
'Hara.

And my congratulations on evading our
little booby -trap lipstick.

Sorry to disappoint you, Butterball.

I'm not sorry. Quite the contrary.

I'm delighted.

Perhaps now we can have a duet on top
-sec activities.

Don't hold your breath. I'm not about to
tell you anything.

No, you'll change your mind, Mr. O
'Hara.

Crush has a talent for extracting
information, as your young nephew is

discovering at this very moment.

If you harm Tim, I'll reduce you to a
quivering mass of glutinous blob.

No, please, not while I'm eating.

They don't make windows the way they
used to.

Well, to resume our conversation, Mr.
Hatter. Never mind our conversation.

have you done with Tim?

That's for me to know and for you to
find out. I intend to.

Headache, Mr. Hatter?

Don't you ever think about anything but
lasagna?

Yeah, of course.

Oh, sometimes I think of tender roast
chickens and mashed potatoes and... How

did you know I was thinking of lasagna?
I read your mind.

You mean you read my dossier?

Topsyk certainly is thorough.

Imagine. Even noting my food
preferences.

They couldn't care less, and neither
could I.

Now, where's Tim?

What difference can that possibly make
to you, Mr. O 'Hara? You're in no

position to go to his rescue.

As a matter of fact, you're not going
anywhere until you tell me when the

International Committee is meeting at
Topsyk headquarters.

They didn't confide in me. You're being
difficult.

Well, we could remedy that.

Crush has an excellent memory refresher
course.

Look behind you, Mr. O 'Hara.

The gases that will shortly escape from
those two pipes, Mr. O 'Hara, are

unique. Each by itself is harmless.

But when they are intermingled, one
sniff is fatal.

It takes exactly ten minutes for them to
blend, Mr. O 'Hara. So I suggest you

better start refreshing your memory.

Delilah, ring for Glob and tell him we
have a canary who needs a singing

Thank you.

Well, O 'Hara, one last chance before
Glob begins the fun and games.

You're looking a little pale, O 'Hara.

Well, let's just say that I don't get
out in the sun very much.

underestimate Glove O 'Hara.

And what he lacks in size, he more than
makes up for in evil content.

Persuasion tactic number one.

Oh, that's a goodie.

We're going to have a game of darts, O
'Hara.

Then guess who's the target?

Why don't we all go bowling?

The darts are fun.

And these are tipped with zombie serum.

One shot of the serum and you and
Delilah will make such a lovely couple.

Oh.

I thought her heart wasn't in this.

Nonsense. She's feeling no pain.

Hello, Hedda. You going to talk?

Get lost.

You'll change your tune. Carry on, Glob.

I have to see a man about getting some
gas.

Well, you wait until Uncle Martin gets
here. And he will. I know it.

Oh, goodness me.

I forgot to tell you that your uncle is
here.

But I wouldn't look to him for any help,
O 'Hara.

You see, he's the man that's getting the
gas.

Carry on.

nice, Mr. O 'Hara.

You're out of the cage.

How did you do that?

You'd never believe me, sir.

I must say I'm most impressed.

A man of your talents could go very far
in our organization.

How would you like to work for Crush,
Mr. O 'Hara? Oh, I hate temporary jobs.

Needed hardly be that.

Crush is here to stay.

We'll sweep all before us. Today the
world, tomorrow perhaps Mars.

Mars? Yes, why not?

It'd be a wonderful planet from which to
police the Earth.

Oh, I don't think the Martians will like
the idea.

Martians? I await you to say you believe
in the Sandman, too.

Well, Mr. O 'Hara, are you ready to
talk?

I wouldn't tell you the time of day.

You're trying my patience, Mr. O 'Hara.

This is a very deadly weapon, so don't
try any hanky -panky, sir.

Fascinating. I've never seen an armed
banana before.

Move,

Mr. O 'Hara.

Where to?

To join your nephew.

And where he is, you won't like.

at Butterball to lead me to you. I
didn't know where you were.

Well, what are we waiting for? Come on,
get us out of here.

Not yet.

By now, I'm sure you've gathered that
Crush has some diabolic plan in mind to

destroy Top Seek and the International
Committee.

We have to learn what that plan is, Tim,
and foil it.

Well, we're not going to find out
anything. We need for Glob to come back

stick darts in us. Well, I want to try
reading Glob's mind. Maybe I can get the

information from him.

Oh, I doubt it.

All he ever says is, Ooh, that's a
goodie.

Not going to find anything from her,
either.

She's full of that... That zombie juice.

Oh, is that what it is?

I wondered why her mind was a blank.

Tim, it may just work.

Uh, Delilah, we have a message for
Butterball.

Come here, please.

A message?

Kiss her.

When she comes near you, kiss her.

Don't argue.

Well, some men get a last meal when
they're condemned.

I get to kiss a pretty girl.

I have the message.

Closer.

Closer.

I'm not that kind of a girl.

Well, she's awake.

Hey, I must be some kisser.

Sleeping Beauty syndrome.

You're the prince who awakened the
Sleeping Beauty, Tim. Yeah. How about

What are you talking about?

That man, Butterball.

We have to warn Top Seek. You know the
plan?

Yes, I work for the phone company in the
blueprint department.

I was working late one night and
Butterball came in and he made me give

the plans for the underground wiring.

That's all I remember.

Here, let me undo you. No, no, they're
coming back. Pretend nothing has

What's the plan? Quickly.

There's a switchboard in the cellar and
it's wired to the Top Seek lines.

All Butterball has to do is dial the Top
Seek phone number at the right time

from the switchboard here. And the
building will go up like... Like an

bomb. All right, Delilah, just play it
cool.

Well, cozy as two peas in a pod.

And what makes you so happy?

The prospect of action, my dear fellow.

The gun, my dear.

Well, our little game has ended.

I have the information I want.

So we can dispense with your services.

Oh, you're going to let us go?

No, I mean, you're both such
blabbermouths.

When I say dispense, I mean permanently.

Then you know when the committee is
meeting at top seat.

Yes, indeed.

Mama came through.

You see, she's been working as a
cleaning lady in the building.

Somebody was just a little bit careless
and let slip that midnight tonight is

the witching hour.

exactly one hour from now.

The mechanism is triggered, and at
midnight, I shall make a most important

call.

Well, gentlemen, it's been nice knowing
you.

Oh, that's a goodie.

Well, they sort of make a cute couple,
don't they? In a gruesome way. All

Tim, Delilah, down in the cellar.

To you.

What's taking so long ago, Martin?

It's 11 .35. We only have 25 minutes
left. I can't find the mechanism that

triggers the bomb.

I'm not getting a thing.

Oh, that's just great.

You better phone Topsy and warn them,
Tim.

At least they can clear the building in
case I'm not successful.

Okay. No, no, no, not that phone.

The timing device might be inaccurate.

We could blow the works ourselves.

Oh.

There's a phone around the corner.

Oh, great.

Good luck, Uncle Martin.

I'll need it.

I haven't got a coin for the phone.

Gloves, shoehorn, wallet, parking
ticket.

Parking ticket?

Now, where did I get that?

Hurry, Mama.

Calm yourself, Sonny. You'll make
yourself sick.

I've got to make that phone call.

It's ten minutes to disaster.

Perfume bottle.

Bracelet.

Compact. Cool.

I got it!

Don't hang up, please. It's been a
mistake.

Now, listen.

I got my dime back.

Only this time I'm going through the
operator.

May I help you, please?

Yes. Operator, I called the wrong
number.

Hey, you just deposited my coin.

If you will give me your name and
address, I will mail you stamps to

I don't want to write anybody. I want to
call them. Now, listen. The number is

Liberty 6 -2.

Your coin has been...

Listen, you can't... Listen, I'll... I
cut myself

off.

You're wasting your time.

Your plan is doomed.

You're whistling in the dark, Mr.
Hatter.

In less than five minutes, I will
telephone Topsyk and boom.

I do like things that go boom in the
night.

You'll be blowing up an empty building.
My nephew has already phoned Topsyk and

warned them to evacuate.

We couldn't make the call. Did you find
the mechanism?

A minute, gentlemen.

Do something.

I can't. My hands are tied.

I can't even move a finger.

Your nose.

This is no time to worry about my
appearance, Ted. Oh, no. I mean, wiggle

Remember, you did it once before and it
worked.

Oh, yes, of course. Like that young
witch you have on television. Yeah,

it. Well, it's a great deal less
efficient than the levitating finger,

the circumstances.

Thirty seconds.

No.

He did it.

He did it.

Oh, that's a goodie.

Remind me to send flowers to my favorite
witch.