All language subtitles for Cybill s02e19 to sir with lust

How have we managed to stay together all
these years? It's simple.

I never listen to a single word your
father says.

I mean, I can see his mouth move, but to
me it sounds like Charlie Brown's

teacher.

Very nice. Your delivery

was quite serviceable.

Serviceable? Great. That's just what I
was going for.

Well, don't get discouraged, sir.

Use the props to illuminate the text.

For example, you're holding a can of
pledge, but you didn't do anything with

Well, that's because my character and I
don't like to clean.

What your character doesn't like is her
husband.

I need to see that in her cleaning.

Okay, go.

Huh? Clean!

How have we stayed together all these
years, Lord? I don't see the anger.

Think of that pledge as a big can of
rage.

Spray the rage, Sybil.

Spray the rage!

I never listen to a single word you put
us out! More, Sybil! You hate to clean!

I can see us let go! No, you're cleaning
more! But to me it sounds like Charlie

Brown's teacher!

That's it!

Okay, everyone.

That's all the time we have today.

Think bold.

Be fearless.

And remember, an actor acts.

Good scene.

Thanks. Just one note.

No matter how angry you get, never
polish against the grain.

My character and I think you should mind
your own business.

Thanks, Trevor.

I like it when you push me to take
risks.

And in that spirit, would you like to go
out with me tonight?

Oh, sure.

I'm sorry, but that delivery wasn't very
convincing.

I would love to go out with you.

Pedestrian.

People with every fiber of my being, I
would feel privileged to escort you

anywhere.

Now try it with a southern accent.

Pick me up at 8.

Dick.

It's your alimony check.

Wow, he gives you that much every month?

Not the amount.

The memo line.

Hmm. Blood money for the whore of
Babylon?

I thought you were from Buffalo.

Oh, look, there's Ira Woodbine, famous
writer.

Must be using Windows 95 to pick up
chicks again.

It's over. It's all over. Having trouble
getting started on your new book?

What new book?

I'm blocked. I'm empty. I couldn't even
knock out a pamphlet.

Oh, Ira, I know you have trouble getting
started, but I want you to know I am

behind you every step of the way.

I hope they have that pasta cob thing
today.

Sybil, you gotta let me work at your
house.

Oh, no.

Sybil, when we were living together, I
could really write.

It could have been the agony of our
marriage. It could have been the

I don't know.

A week, just to get started.

But you order one pay -per -view movie,
and you're out of there.

Table for two for the acting teacher's
pet.

Our specials today are filet of suck -up
and the brown nose pot pot.

Speaking of no tip.

I'll be right back with your
complimentary drinks.

So, where are you and Olivier going
tonight? Another tractor pull?

Trevor and I are going to a new play at
the Taper.

I have never dated a more talented and
inspiring man, and lordy can he pack a

pair of Levi's.

So, tell me, have you bagged the buck?

No, but I've got him in the crosshairs.

I wouldn't trust your aim. It's been
over a year since you squeaked off a

One more hunting metaphor and you're
going to end up strapped to the hood of

car.

Oh, look, somebody's visiting her
boyfriend.

Do they live here?

Hi, Sean!

Zoe, come on over.

I once dated a boy named Sean. Sean
Garrett. He's a woman now.

Here, sit down, honey. Hi, Zoe.

So, visiting your boyfriend at work,
huh?

Sound serious.

Hey, why don't you just say it, Mother?
Are you two having sex?

No. Are you?

You know very well I took a vow of
chastity.

Sybil, that's what you should do. Call
it a vow.

Well, that's very funny, but I've chosen
chastity because it simplifies my life

and provides me with a sense of
serenity.

I can tell.

Honey, you do know there are ways to
release that serenity.

Oh, no, I'm not having this conversation
with you.

All right, but you know there's some
excellent books on the subject.

Sex for One by Betty Dodson. I'm gone.

Congratulate me, Sybil.

Marianne, remember when you called and I
said I have a date, don't come over?

What I meant was, I have a date, don't
come over.

Guess how I punished Dr. Dick.

You remarried him?

Worse, I called the FBI and told them he
was the Unabomber.

Oh, he writes a nasty crack on your
alimony check.

You call the feds on him.

Sounds fair.

Pretend I'm not here. I'm very busy.

This is me being busy.

Gee, I ought to at least buy me dinner
first.

I'm looking for this stapler. I can't
find it anywhere.

I stopped keeping it under Marianne's
ass weeks ago.

I'll keep looking.

Stapler, huh? It must have written at
least two pages.

Hey, smell me. Hey, bite me.

Do you have a date tonight?

Oh, that's right. I do.

I didn't know she was at the banging the
pots around stage.

They grow so fast.

Soon she'll be walking.

Excuse me.

Let me guess. You're having a problem
with Sean.

No, I'm not having anything with Sean.
Are you happy?

I'm proud you decided to stay celibate.
A lot of kids your age couldn't. In

fact, when I was your age, nobody could,
unless you were in the ROTC.

Even the Summer of Love couldn't help
those people.

Mom?

I know. Get lost.

I have all these feelings for Tom, but I
made this vow to myself, and I'm sure

he wants to, and I just don't know what
to do.

You had a lot of reasons to make this
vow.

And one of the reasons could have been
you just weren't ready.

Mom, could we number these useless
platitudes? That way next time you could

go, Zoe, seven.

I think those little, uh, things you
light fire with.

Matches?

Boy, you are blocked.

They're in the living room.

Hey, if you decide to set yourself on
fire, don't stand near my new drapes!

You know, Zoe?

I was barely 20 when I married Dr. Dick.

Is this going to get personal? No, not
at all.

We were both virgins.

I never told your mother that.

I wanted her to respect me, so I always
led her to believe I was a tramp.

Well, Sean and I don't know... No, this
is a story about me.

It was our wedding night.

Richard scattered rose petals all over
our bed.

lovingly carried me through the
threshold, and we tenderly experienced

other for the very first time.

Did I ever tell you I once superglued
his penis to his thigh?

Okay, the matches go right above the
statement.

Hello? Sean, hi.

Oh, good, I want to tell him the story,
too.

What's my curling iron doing down here?

I needed it like Lodge.

I couldn't get past my block, so I
decided to strike out into a new

Is that my TV remote?

Maybe.

Ira, I'm worried about you.

Relax. Write anything just to get the
juices flowing.

Complain to the airlines. Remember how
that used to soothe you? Okay, okay.

I've really got to get going.

Are you going to be okay?

Yeah, Sib. Thanks a lot. I'll be fine.

Here, Pacific Asia Airways.

I am writing to complain that I have no
talent.

I enjoy working with you in class,
Sybil. But I must say, it's even more

delightful spending time with you out in
the real world.

Wow. Most men never use the word
delightful unless they're talking about,

know, boxing.

If you don't mind my asking, why don't
you act anymore?

I realized I was born to teach.

Though I do still get offers.

I'm not surprised.

I'm about to make you one myself.

In fact, a friend of mine just asked if
I'd be interested in dusting off my one

-man show.

You have a one -man show?

Is there a part in it for me?

It's an evening of Shakespearean
monologue.

I do miss it.

Embracing every creative impulse.

Abandoning all inhibitions.

Surrendering to end things.

And finally, achieving the sublime
golden moment when you and the audience

one. Oh, yes, Sybil, you're right.

When I get home, I'm going to pull out
all my old notes and start right to

Yes, seize them all.

The energy in the air before the curtain
goes up on my performance? That's the

stage. In Sunset Boulevard, the pool was
bigger than that.

No, Marianne, it's a one -man show.

Actual theater.

There'll be no singers on roller skates,
no helicopters landing, no dancing

teapot. Oh, well, we'll do something fun
afterwards.

No, Trevor and I will do something fun
afterwards.

At least I vaguely remember it being
fun.

Well, I'm going to do something better
than sex.

Revenge. Dr.

Dick's latest affront.

In response to your prank, I hope you
don't mind, I poisoned a bottle of your

finest wine.

So good luck, you'll need it. It's my
turn to gloat. I hope you die painfully,

you raspy old goat.

Raspy old goat?

A term of endearment he used to use.

I never thought he'd turn it against me.

Now you have to throw out your entire
collection of wine.

Don't be absurd. It just means one day
I'm going to drink that bottle and die.

a fully developed male mounts the frisky
female.

Hey, kids.

Don't mind me. Just keep doing whatever
you're doing.

I'm going to sit right over here and
jumpstart my writing with a little

of consciousness here.

I'm writing again.

And the keys feel good.

Zoe and Sean are here cheering me on.

Now they're standing.

Now they're leaving.

We're going out for a cappuccino.

There they go.

Now I'm all alone.

No distraction.

You know what they say. Those who can
do. Those who can't are still a lot

than this.

That's it, Queen.

Isn't it

painful for him

to keep falling like that?

I sure hope so. It seems only fair.

Absent thyself from felicity a while.

And draw thy breath.

In pain.

To tell my story.

I know it sounds shallow.

But I just don't think I could ever
stoop such a locks.

Yeah, I guess.

Um, listen, Sean.

I've been thinking.

You know my vow of chastity?

Very well.

And I want you to know that I respect
it.

Yes, well... Don't.

Don't?

Don't.

Zoe. Zoe.

What?

What? Don't you want to... Yeah, yes.

Yeah, of course.

Of course I do, but, um... I don't know.
I kind of like celibacy. It's painful,

but I like it.

Really?

No, not really.

Um, but, you know, this is going so
well, I'd hate to ruin it by... by

any better.

Yeah, I feel the same way.

Really?

I thought you'd be disappointed in me.

No, I'm relieved, actually.

Me too.

Simmo, my muse!

Are you as exhilarated as I am?

You bet.

I got a big rush when it was over.

I want to know what you think.

Don't hold back. Use as many
superlatives as you see fit.

Okay. I like the writing.

And all the seats face the stage.

And they say you should eat five fruits
a day, so from that standpoint, you

should be feeling really good about
yourself.

You didn't like the show, did you?

Well, no.

Devastated.

God, I could use some sex.

It's very obvious.

You're not devastated at all, are you?

Well, if there's one thing I've learned,
it's never to listen to the critics.

Of course, I have no qualms about
sleeping with them.

Can we take two cars or one? I can't,
Trevor.

Why not? This was going to be our
magical night.

Suppose there was an acting student who
was attracted to her teacher because she

thought he was incredibly talented, but
then she found out she was wrong.

I was so horribly wrong.

Wait a minute. Are you saying that's
what's happened here?

I'm afraid so.

I thought I'd be left painful in the
third person.

Goodbye, Trevor.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Put a plum in it.

I can honestly say that was a truly bad
night in the theater.

I walked out feeling like Mary Todd
Lincoln.

But tonight no one got shot,
unfortunately.

Hello, ladies. Did you have fun tonight?

You're looking better. Did you have a
breakthrough?

You bet. I finally came up with an idea
that makes sense. Would you excuse me a

moment? I hope it involves you writing
at your house.

As God is my witness, I will never write
again!

Die, you stinking bastard!

I'm free!

Yikes.

You know, Carole King was right. At
night the stars really do put on a show

free. Uh -huh, that's great, Ira.

Hey, I didn't hear you kids come in.

Thanks, Sean.

Tonight was, uh, really special.

Ah, boy, I'm famished. Anybody else
hungry?

I could eat.

Mary Ann, something happened here
tonight.

Something that didn't happen to you.

I'm worried I didn't prepare enough.

Well, except for the lectures, the
books, and the puppet shows you left her

completely in the dark.

I must have done something right. I
didn't look that happy after my first

Of course, my mother walking in on us
with warm cookies didn't help.

My first time was much less traumatic.
You know, the usual high school football

game under the bleachers.

Happened so fast you didn't have time to
put down a sousaphone.

Hey, Zoe, let's talk. I'm here for you.

okay about doing this, considering, of
course, that breaking and entering is a

felony.

Felony schmelony.

Yes.

Oh, dick, dick, dick.

Poisoning my wine and calling me an old
goat.

Will he never learn?

Ready? Ready.

goat that's just eaten seven burritos
and more bran flakes than the entire

of Boca Raton.

Marianne, remind me never to divorce
you.