All language subtitles for family_affair_s02e08_the_toy_box

What a gorgeous, gorgeous view.

Well, we do the best we can.

Hi there.

Is Sissy ready?

Oh, she will join you in a moment.

Come in, please.

Oh, thanks.

Oh, are you Sissy's uncle?

No, sir. I'm Mr. Davis's gentleman's
gentleman.

Oh.

I'm Sissy's uncle.

Oh, hi, Mr. Davis.

Hello. My name is Ronnie Oliver.

Nice to meet you. Hi. This is Miss
Wilson.

Ronnie. Hi.

Sorry I'm late, Ron.

Uncle Bill, I see you've met Ron.

Yeah, yeah, we met, honey.

Sissy, this is Miss Wilson.

John, my niece.

Hi, how are you?

How do you do?

Well, we've got to run. Nice meeting
you.

Yeah. Sis?

Huh?

Never mind.

Nothing.

Okay. Well, it's nice to have met you.
Bye. Bye.

I thought we were going to a costume
party, but I was afraid to

ask.

Sorry, Mr. French. It slipped.

Hi, French. Listen.

Are you injured, sir?

No place for this.

No, sir.

Mr. Davis, neither is the living room
chair a place for cut -out bowls and

and chairs.

Well, you better check the rest of the
apartment for booby traps. Miss Wilson's

going to be here at six o 'clock.

Oh, yes, sir.

And, uh...

The twins seem to have turned this
apartment into an obstacle course, sir.

Yeah. Well, I'll better talk to him. Oh,
I may suggest, sir, strong measures.

Yeah.

There's a gag they used to use on us in
the army to keep the barracks clean.

They call it the slob box.

The what box, sir?

Slob box. You know, for guys that are
slobs. Slob box.

Oh, and to whom did this slob box apply
to, sir?

Well, everybody, everybody works, too.

Sorry about me.

Sounds like we're going to get it.

What for?

I don't know, but that's his we're going
to get it voice.

Hi.

Hi, Uncle Bill.

Hi.

going skateboarding, Mr. French?

Most assuredly not.

Then what are you doing with my
skateboard?

And that's my cutout book.

I've been looking all over the place for
that. And you had it all the time.

Yes, didn't I?

I've told you both over and over to put
your toys away.

We do, sooner or later.

And you, miss?

You left a pair of scissors right in the
middle of the chair. Now somebody could

have got stabbed.

Oh, I forgot.

That's not a very good excuse.

Well, I couldn't think of anything else.

Now look at this room.

I know.

It's a mess.

Well, I kind of get the idea that you
don't care much about your toys.

We love our toys.

Then why don't you put them away on the
toy shelves?

We're going to play with them tomorrow.

Uncle Bill, we just have to take them
out again.

Well... You broke it.

What is it doing on the floor?

It was parked.

This whole room looks like a cyclone.

Yeah. Now, come in here, Sissy.

It might do you some good to listen to
this, too.

Well, I'm in a big hurry. I'm getting
dressed for a date. Sissy, I think you

ought to hear about the slob box, too. I
mean, the toy box.

What's a toy box?

Well, the toy box is going to be a
closet where we're going to lock up all

toys that have been left lying around.

Uncle Bill, I don't play with toys.

I know you don't, honey, but that's
going to be for everything that's left

around, like combs and hair curlers and
cashmere sweaters.

It's an idea they used on us in the
Army.

A toy box?

You played with toys in the Army?

When do we get our stuff back?

You don't get it back.

Now. All the things that are confiscated
and put in a toy box are going to be

given to some charity where some
children can enjoy them that might

them. See?

We get the message.

Yeah, we get the message.

All right.

Any questions?

I don't want anybody coming around later
and saying they don't understand.

We understand.

Now, what did you want to talk to me
about?

Oh, I found this. I thought you might
need it tonight.

Oh, my cuff link.

Where'd you find it?

On the floor, in the hall.

Thank you.

Are you going to keep that, Uncle Bill?

Oh, sure. Why not?

Well... Yeah.

Sorry, sir.

Everybody means everybody.

Well, I'm on my way. I wanted to show
you something first.

Oh, just a sec.

Don't you like long lashes?

If they're your own, yeah.

Well, I'd feel undressed without them.

I wanted to show you these pictures of
Miss Wilson, see?

She's one of the top fashion models in
the country.

Hey, she's beautiful.

Yeah. Now, if anybody knew the latest
look, she ought to, don't you think?

I suppose so.

Hey, you know, a dress like that looks
pretty good on somebody older.

It's not bad on somebody of any age.

Oh, Uncle Bill, the kids would think you
were some kind of weirdo if you wore

that.

Oh, okay.

Listen, the Japanese have got a word
called...

Shibui. You know what that means, by any
chance?

I barely passed French 1A.

Okay. Shibui means quiet elegance.

What does that mean?

Well, let me put it this way.

They say, for instance, one miniature
cypress tree planted in just the right

spot in the garden is a thing of beauty.

Huh?

Think about it.

I'll see you later.

Well, aren't you going to finish what
you wanted to tell me? No, you figure it

out for yourself.

No, Mr. French, that's mine.

I'm afraid not anymore, Jody. This now
belongs to the toy box.

I lifted up while I got my sailor hat.

Well, that's very unfortunate, Master
Jody, but you know Mr. Davis's rules.

But, Mr. French, I need my boat. I'm
going to race it.

Well, I'm afraid it's going into dry
dock.

There goes my stove.

Now I won't be able to cook dinner for
Mrs. Beasley.

Well, uh...

I suggest cold cuts.

Yes, Miss Sissy.

Could you come in for a second? I need
your help.

Yes, Miss Sissy. Oh, Mr.

French, I'm trying to pin this hem, but
I can't get it straight in the back.

Oh. Well, if I may say so, Miss Sissy, I
doubt if Mr.

Davis would approve of any further
shortening of the hem.

Shortening?

I'm lengthening it.

Oh.

Oh.

You look happy.

Oh, yes, sir. Good news to report, sir.

Your little talk with Miss Sissy has
produced some gratifying results.

Yeah? So soon?

Yes, sir. I personally assisted at the
historic lowering of the hemline, sir.

Wow. Is she home?

No, sir. Miss Sissy's out for the
evening.

Long -haired kid again?

Oh, no, sir. No, sir. I took the liberty
of allowing her to spend the night at

Mary Ann Travers, sir. Oh, Mary Ann
Travers. Very conservative girl. Very

I thought Sissy forgot all about her.
Oh, no, sir, no, sir. Quite often, sir,

brief exposure to the new and strange
actually serves to make one appreciate

old and familiar.

Well, maybe you're right.

Let's go see how the twins are making
out.

Yes, sir.

It was an inspiration.

Hi.

Hi, Uncle Bill.

Hi, Uncle Bill.

Gee, why the long faces?

I didn't get to raise my ball.

Oh, why not?

Mr. French put it in the toy box.

Well, I guess it must have just got left
out someplace where it shouldn't have

been.

You lose something, too?

My stove.

Uncle Bill, when you were in the war,
how long did you have your toy box?

For the duration.

Duration?

Duration of the war, honey.

Are we going to have ours for the
duration?

Well, it seems to be working out so
well, I don't see why we should give it

now.

We'll have to give it up sometime.

How come?

Because we won't have anything left to
put in the closet.

Listen, Joan, I want to get Sissy some
new clothes. You think you could take

shopping Saturday?

I'd be glad to, Bill, but I wouldn't
know where to get her kind of thing.

Well, she makes what you like.

Oh?

Well, yesterday it seemed... Oh, she's
all through with that mod stuff.

Oh. Put your foot down.

Well, I didn't exactly make a secret
about how I felt, but Sissy came to her

decision.

I think that's wonderful.

Anyway, I wanted to have some new
clothes.

As a reward?

No, as an incentive. Will you take her?

Of course.

You know, Bill, for an amateur parent,
you certainly have a knack for getting

through to your kids.

Well, sissy's always had good taste.

I just had to remind her, that's all.

Oh, well, it isn't a party. Just a few
of the kids dropped over.

Mr. French said it was okay.

Fine.

Come meet everybody.

Hey, everybody!

I want you to meet my Uncle Bill.

Ronnie was teaching us a new dance.

Yeah, it's called... The Jellyfish!

Well, uh, enjoy yourselves.

Uncle Bill?

Don't you want some fruit punch or
something?

Or a sandwich or something.

No, thanks. I got to get cleaned up. I'm
going to go to the theater tonight.

Ronnie. Ronnie invited me to the
theater. Off Broadway, the circle in the

square. Uh -huh. My cousin is getting us
the tickets. Boy, it's really wild.

Yeah.

Well, nice to have met you. Nice to have
met you all.

Why don't we put the music back on?
Sissy, I think we'd better cut out.

Do you have to?

It is getting late, Sissy.

Well, look, maybe you could all come
back some afternoon next week.

Listen, next week we go to my apartment.
My mother's still telling all of her

friends how she has more fun than any of
us just watching.

Yeah, well, Sissy, tell your uncle that
we all said...

Thanks. Oh, sure. And Mr. Fritch, too.
Okay. Yeah. Yeah, those sandwiches were

out of sight.

Bye -bye, Ron. Bye, Sissy.

Party over so soon?

It wasn't a party, Uncle Bill.

Well, whatever you want to call it.

It was a mistake.

I'm sorry.

I never should have invited them over
here.

I told you I want you to bring kids home
so I can get to know them.

Well, that's what I wanted, too.

But you seemed so disappointed when you
saw them.

Well, I am a little.

I thought after we talked yesterday, you
weren't going to hang around with them

anymore. And then French told me you
lowered your hemline. Look at you.

Well, I did.

I like the way Miss Wilson dresses.

And you spent the night with Marianne
Travers last night, who was a very

sensible girl.

Oh, sure.

Marianne and I are good friends.

But I like Phil and Ronnie and Betsy,
too.

It's been fun to dress like this and
think that maybe I'm part of their

Honey, you can be part of any crowd you
want to. I just don't think this

particular one is right for you.

But they're really nice kids, Uncle
Bill.

If you'd talk to them, you'd think so,
too.

Do they have to wear those tacky
-looking clothes?

Oh, well, the clothes are wild, but a
lot of the kids who wear them aren't.

They're just as nice as Mary Ann Travers
or anybody else when you get to know

them.

I asked the kids to come over today,
Uncle Bill, because I hoped that if you

talked to them and got to know them,
maybe you'd feel differently.

But I don't want you to be disappointed
in me ever.

If you don't want me to wear the
clothes...

Well, I won't.

And I'll stop seeing Ronnie and all the
other kids, too.

That's a promise.

Hey.

Listen.

You know, I always had one unbreakable
rule, which was don't go by

appearances. I mean, a guy can be a...

look like an oddball and be a great
engineer and a girl can look like she

stepped off a magazine cover and be some
kind of a nut.

And until recently, I've done a pretty
good job of living by that rule until

I came up against the younger
generation.

What I'm trying to say is I'm wrong.

And, uh, see, I took one look at your
friends there, and all I saw was a lot

weird clothes and too much hair, and I
decided that they weren't for you.

But, uh, I don't know those kids at all.
I didn't even, uh, give myself a chance

to get to know them.

So, uh, what I'd like, what I'd like to
do is have another shot at it. You think

that, uh, they might drop in again
sometime?

Thank you.

You think maybe occasionally just to
please the old man you could, you know,

once in a while wear the other clothes
too?

bridge party.

Mr. Frank says we have to wash our hands
for dinner.

Mrs. Beasley never has to wash her
hands.

When I grow up, I'm going to be just
like her.

All right, French.

Yes, sir.

All clean, Mr. French! All clean!

Me too.

Mr. French, why are you holding Mrs.
Beasley? Is she all right?

I, uh, picked her up from the floor.

But she wasn't on the floor.

She was sitting in that chair.

Okay, French.

Yes, sir.

Enough's enough.

We're not in the army.

No, sir. We are a family.

Yeah, I think the toy box has served its
purpose now.

Oh, yes, sir. There's been a great
improvement.

You mean the duration is over?

Yeah, it's over.

I'm glad.

Okay, now we better not start finding
any more skateboards in there in the

or scissors laying on the chair.

Get that?

You won't, Uncle Bill.

We promise.

Okay.

Go on, eat your dinner. Bye, Uncle Bill.
Bye -bye. Have a good time.

Thank you, Uncle Bill.

Thank you.

A difficult moment expertly handled,
sir.

Well, we're still amateurs, French.

But we're learning.