All language subtitles for mr_belvedere_s01e03_gotta_dance

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Morning, Mr. Belvedere. Good morning.

Morning. Morning, pal.

Oh, anybody seen my fork?

Mr. Belvedere, is this your day off?

Oh, no, ma 'am. Is there anything you'd
like?

Yeah, breakfast.

Oh, I haven't even begun to prepare it.

I presumed you'd eat when you got home.

From where?

Servities. Services?

Who died?

George, it's Sunday.

Yeah?

Oh.

I am sorry. In tidying up the drawers, I
came across a church bulletin from your

good shepherd of Beaver Falls, and I
assumed... Oh, and we do go.

It's just that, uh... We're not fanatics
about it.

I think.

It's just that with things being so
crazy the past couple of months, we

gone as frequently as we should.

Perfectly understandable.

But now that you're here and we have the
time, there's really no reason why we

shouldn't go.

Right, honey?

It's Sunday.

Son's out.

I got your clubs, Dad. What do you want
me to stick them?

Hey, honey, guess what? We're all going
to church.

It's not Easter.

Again, I apologize for the
misunderstanding.

Uh -huh.

It's just that I've only been here a few
days and I haven't quite gotten used to

your routine.

Hey, it's okay.

We didn't have any plans anyway.

Well, have a good worship.

Thanks.

Say a little prayer for me.

I will.

You're going to need it.

When you cop kicked your jacket, as you
came through the door, no one bled. But

sometimes things get turned around and
no one's fed.

All hands look out below.

There's a change in the status quo.

Gonna need all the help that we can get.

According to our new arrival, life is
more than mere survival.

We just might live a good life yet.

He's such an embarrassment.

I think I'm aware of that. Hey, don't
worry about it, partner. Anybody could

have spilled that collection plate.

Down some lady's dress?

That was great.

There must have been over $20 worth of
change in there.

I'm gonna change.

I've never seen a fat broad jump like
that.

We'll talk about it later.

Mr. Robert, all I did was ask where
there weren't any dinosaurs on Noah's

I wondered that myself.

Yeah, well, this kid in the next pew
starts laughing at me. I don't care what

did. You don't hit someone over the head
with a hymnal.

I was blessing him.

Regardless, breakfast will be ready in
15 minutes.

Thank you.

Come on, champ.

Let's get out of these monkey suits and
go out and fire the old football around.

Pop Warner's coming up. Sure, Dad. I'll
be right there.

Add up, baby.

What are you watching?

Aerobics?

It's Le Coffin by Adolphe Adam.

It's a ballet.

Oh, yeah, we don't watch that sort of
stuff.

Ah.

How come you like it?

The same reason your father likes
watching his sporting event.

It's part faith, colorful, emotionally
engaging, and there aren't any beer

commercials.

They're just dancing.

Hey, look at that guy jump.

He looks like Dr.

J.

That guy is Lieutenant Berbanto, and the
jump is called a cabrio.

It's a very difficult maneuver.

Yeah, well, if he's so great, why isn't
he with the Celtics?

Because he chose to dance.

It requires the same skill, stamina, and
strength as any of your professional

sports.

Wow, look at him spin around.

That is called a pirouette.

Think I could do something like that?

I don't see any reason why not.

If you were to practice and have
discipline, you could be on your toes in

time. Oh, yeah?

Whoa, now he's sliding across the floor.

What's that called?

A mistake, Wesley.

Hey, Mom, Mr. Belvedere said I could
learn ballet.

Hey, Prancho, what's the holdup? Come
on, Dad.

Baby, that kid's a natural.

Heather? Yeah, Mom?

I'm going over the phone bill. Do you
know anything about that 1 -900 number?

Yeah, it's a Duran Duran hotline.

What about it?

Well, you must have called it 15 times.

That's almost $10.

I thought it was free.

Well, it isn't. And I think that $10 may
just come out of your allowance, young

lady.

But I need that money for birth control.

I'm kidding.

Mom, I'm kidding.

Really.

God, she's so tense.

Hi,

Mom. How was class, honey? Oh, great. We
learned a lot of neat new stuff.

I hope you're minding your plies.

Yeah, I can do all that stuff.

By the way, we're going to get to see it
Friday night. We are?

Yeah, they're having a recital, and I'm
in it.

Oh, my.

Guess you're going to have to tell Dad
now, huh?

Possibly. Come on, Mom. He still thinks
I'm playing football.

You can't keep lying to him.

I'm not lying.

Your mother is simply telling your
father a slightly edited version of a

part of the approximate truth.

Yeah, well, it's making me crazy.

Dad keeps asking me, is he looking good
out there? Is he rushing? Is he

blitzing? I'm getting an ulcer.

Yeah, remember the time Dad got home
before we did? I had to stay outside and

roll around in the dirt.

Look, honey, you know Dad.

Sports mean everything to him.

He played them all through school.

He writes about them for a living.

He just has a hard time dealing with
anything that isn't athletic.

In the athletic sense.

I meant athletic more in the, uh... Cro
-Magnon sense?

But the point is, we are going to tell
him.

Promise?

Dad's home. I'm home. Ballet slippers.

Give me those.

Hi, Dave.

Oh, hi, honey.

Hi, Dad.

Hey, Wes.

Look what I got for you.

Great.

interest after a couple of lessons, and
there'd be no reason to upset George.

Well, in thinking about it, I don't
think you're giving Mr. Owens enough

Go on.

What I mean is, if you tell George how
Wesley came about it, how much he's

enjoying it, and how well he's doing at
it, I think George might understand and

accept it.

Right.

Of course, I'd appreciate it if you'd
leave my name out.

I think he's upstairs.

Want me to go get him?

Oh, no, no.

I'm sure he'll be down when he'll be
down.

Hi, honey.

Aren't these ballet slippers?

Uh -huh.

I found them hanging on my shaving
mirror.

I didn't do it.

You mean they're not yours?

Sure they are. Yeah, yeah, they really
are, Dad. I mean, you don't even have to

ask her to try them on or anything.

George. They're not Heathers.

Who's Arthur?

Hey, Dad.

Hey, Wes.

I think you can tell him now.

So how long has he been taking ballet?

Oh, not even much more than a month. A
month.

So all this time, when I thought he was
out playing football, he's been doing

twirls down at the tutu farm.

Stupid old dad.

George,

I'm sure if you just took a moment...

else you want to tell old Pop?

Huh?

Heather's still in school?

Hey, Kevin, you married or anything?

Any kids?

Sir, I think I'm partially responsible
for this.

It's Belvedere, isn't it?

This is your fault.

Well... George, that's not fair.

Now, I was the one who said it was okay.
Yeah, and I took him to class.

I helped him pick out his ballet
slippers.

It's still your fault.

Is everything okay?

Sure, pal.

So, I see you traded in your spikes for
a pair of toe shoes.

Yeah, I'm getting pretty good.

Yeah, I bet you are.

Then you're coming Friday night?

Heck yeah, I wouldn't miss it for the
world.

Great!

What the hell is Friday night?

You wanted to speak to me, sir?

Yeah.

We were watching television.

I don't want to hear it.

and I decided to hire a domestic, I had
a certain picture of what that person

would be like.

She would be plump and pleasant, wear an
apron, keep mostly to

herself, and just kind of be around when
we needed her.

You know what I had in mind?

Yes, Mrs.

Buttersworth.

What I don't need is some front man for
the bullshoy putting crazy... the ideas

in my kid's head.

Look, sir, I admit that I did introduce
Wesley to the ballet, but it was his

decision, a laudable one, if I may say
so, and I think he deserves everybody's

encouragement and support.

It's good we can talk like this.

Come on, Dad. We're going to miss the
recital.

Everybody's waiting.

In a minute.

Dad, that clock doesn't even work.

It doesn't?

Let me get my tools.

Come on, Dad. You're stalling.

I am not.

All right.

All right.

Come on, Dad. It won't be that bad.

I mean, it can't be any worse than those
sports banquets you drag us to.

Hey, those are fun.

No, they're not.

Boy, I can't believe we made it.

Yeah. Dad must have stopped for gas
three times.

Come along, sir.

We must keep up. I'm coming, I'm coming.

I don't know what the big hurry is.

I'm glad you made it. I was getting
worried.

We're here.

Wesley's very excited.

Yeah. Well, it's going to start in a
couple of minutes. I saved us some seats

down front.

Great.

I'm going to go get some.

Would you like some tropical punch?

Got anything harder?

I'd rather be at a Penguins game myself.

You got that right.

But I can't miss my little princess.

I know what you mean.

Hey, I'm Jack Sorrell.

I'm George.

So how about your daughter?

She must be pretty excited.

Yeah, she is.

Shh. It's starting.

Check out Prince Valiant.

There's a guy that rides side saddle.

All right. This guy's putting the make
on it. I really believe that.

This kid doesn't have a chance.

Which one's yours?

One of those over there.

My Cindy's the one next to Tinkerbell.

Pink made kind of a nice move there,
huh? Sort of a little fruit loop.

Fruit loop.

Tears your heart out, doesn't it?

Soon.

Actually, if you let his hair grow a
little bit, he'd make a pretty nice

That's my son.

What? My son.

You're kidding.

His name is Wesley.

It's not Prince Valiant.

It's not Fruit Loop.

And it's not Tinkerbell.

And he's doing a hell of a job up there,
and I'm proud of him.

And you open your fat mouth one more
time, you're going to be dancing in

Never Land.

I'm sorry, folks.

You kids keep going.

Hit it.

Sorry, guys.

Sweet Georgia Brown.

Take me out to the ball game. Take me
out to the crowd.

Yeah?

I heard a noise. I thought perhaps we
had squirrels.

Well, getting a head start with the
spring cleaning?

Yeah, I'm thinking of getting rid of a
lot of this junk.

You know, Wesley was very proud of your
outburst this evening.

Yeah, he's a good kid.

See this? Yes.

The day Kevin was born, I had this ball
autographed by everybody on the Pirates.

Bill Mazeroski, Danny Murtaugh, Roberto
Clemente.

Put in his crib with him, hoping that
something might rub off.

Willie Stargill did.

But things never really worked out. I
see.

I mean, Kevin tried hard enough, but he
kept falling down, getting hurt.

I had to stop him for his mother's sake.

Well, he has a good heart.

Yeah, but with... Heather being a girl,
Wesley was pretty much my last shot.

You know, in a trophy or something.

Is a trophy so important?

I don't have one of my own.

Mrs. Owens led me to believe you were
quite the old American.

I could have been.

If I'd have had a little more speed and
agility and talent.

Yes, that might have helped.

I guess the apple doesn't fall too far
from the tree.

Not necessarily.

You must never give up hope.

Why not?

Well, you never know what fate and
chance may bring.

Ballet today, backfielder tomorrow.

You may be surprised.

You think so? Sure. Take me, for
instance.

When I was a youngster, I did
practically nothing but practice the

It wasn't until long after that I
developed my animal -like passion for

bowling.

I'm going back downstairs.

See ya.

Ah, that's the George I know.

At any rate, the boy seems to be
progressing quite well with his lessons.

And even George is taking a more active
interest.

He had a number thrown on the back of
Wesley's leotard.

Oh, a footnote.

The events of the last few days have
reawakened in me an interest I thought

long since forgotten.