All language subtitles for Newhart s05e19 Dr Jekyll and Mr Loudon

Is he here yet? Not yet.

Michael, look at this.

Dick, I cried because I had a broken
chair until I met a man who had no

Michael, today we have an idol of mine
on my show, Edwin Newman.

I mean, suppose he comes into the office
and sees this. I mean, it's

embarrassing. Dick, I'll take care of
it. I'll make certain he gets absolutely

nowhere near your office.

Take a gander at some of the questions I
wrote up.

Michael, I don't need questions.

I mean, I'm a major fan of Mr. Newman's.
I prepared the interview myself.

But Dick, I did a lot of digging and I
uncovered a few surprising facts.

Did you know Edwin Newman was one of the
major news honchos at NBC?

Of course.

Wow, you really are into this guy,
aren't you?

Let's see what questions you came up
with.

Do you think you could beat Mike Wallace
in a one -on -one brawl?

Well, come on, Dick. You can't say
you're not curious.

Hi, hi.

It's Edwin's people.

Yes.

Oh, no.

Really? Well, uh, do me a favor.

See if a picture of President Jackson
will change his mind.

Looks like Edwin Newman's a slow fade to
black.

Canceled? And that's final? You heard me
offer his man an easy 20.

They said they were going to try and
find us another date.

Rats.

Whoa, rats.

You are disappointed.

But we're in luck. I think we can get
the unbelievable Jerry.

Michael, we can always get the
unbelievable Jerry.

He hangs around every Sunday dressed for
the show just in case.

Ten minutes before we go live, Dick. I
think his time has come.

I don't need a phony psychic on the
show. It's better if I go on all by

All right, Dick.

I bet Jerry's predicting it's going to
be a big bomb.

So, Dick, who'd you get to replace Edwin
Newman?

You going to go with the unbelievable
Jerry?

No, Jerry, I'm going to go on all by
myself.

Good idea, Dick.

I'll have the test pattern standing by.

And now it's Vermont Today, starring
Dick Loudon.

Hi there. Our originally scheduled
guest, Edwin Newman, couldn't be with us

today.

Rats.

So I thought I'd try something a little
different.

You know, talk to you off the top of my
head about what's on my mind.

You know, a psychic phenomenon is on
everyone's mind these days. I

just happen to have someone here who
claims he's involved with that. So could

someone try and find the unbelievable

Jerry?

Thank you very much.

I'm fine. Yes, it is my real name. Oh,
about nine years.

See what I just did there?

I answered your first three questions
before you even asked them.

But those weren't my first three
questions. I'm getting another picture

You have another business besides this
one, am I right?

Yes. It's a lumber company, ladies and
gentlemen.

No, it's an inn. But what is it made of?

Lumber, correct?

Yeah, but I mean, any... I sense a
little skepticism here, Dick.

What I'm going to do is unite my mind
with the cosmic forces of the universe

perform the greatest test of psychic
ability known to man.

I am going to bend some spoon.

Why is it all you guys ever do with your
psychic ability is bend spoons?

I also bend keys.

And did you ever think of harnessing
your amazing powers and doing some good

the world like...

Maybe helping peace talks along
somewhere?

Hey, I'll go anywhere they supply a
spoon.

Which reminds me, I'll be at the Beaver
Creek Mall this Thursday evening,

providing personal and financial advice
to shoppers of all ages for a very

reasonable fee.

And we've got a special discount for you
seniors out there.

What exactly qualifies you to give
personal or financial advice?

What qualifies me?

Take a look at this spoon, Dick.

This is ridiculous.

You're no psychic.

You're a... You're a weenie.

I can't believe I said that.

I have never been treated like this. And
before I walk off, I'd just like to

remind everyone I'll be at the carpet
warehouse.

Get out of here!

So, where, uh... Where, where was I?

Ah, what... What was on my mind?

JJ!

Joanna?

I'm about to make an important decision
that will change my entire life.

I've decided to get personalized license
plates.

That is a life -changing decision.

I guess that's why I put it off all
these years.

But I'm not sure what I wanted to say.

In a lot of ways, it's the most
irreversible decision a person can make.

if you marry the wrong guy, you can
always get a divorce, but if you choose

wrong license plate, you have to stand
in line at the DMV for hours.

I've narrowed it down to either I'm a
doll or cupcake.

What do you think?

I don't even have an opinion.

I told you it was a tough decision.

What's a tough decision?

Well, Stephanie's getting personalized
license plates, and she can't decide

precious little thing it should say.

Which one do you like for me, George?

I'm a doll or cupcake?

I don't know, Stephanie. Maybe I'm old
-fashioned, but to me, you'll always be

XPG407.

Okay.

I've decided.

I'm going with cupcake.

That is the statement I want to make.

Now, I just have to be sure it's
available.

Stephanie, where'd you get that?

They don't let people remove those books
from the DMV.

They do if you go like this.

Oh, cupcake is already taken.

That's just not fair. Nobody could make
a better cupcake than me.

Get them to give it to me.

Stephanie, they don't release that
information to the public.

Joanna, they let me take this book home,
didn't they?

Hi, honey.

Boy, the show today was really
something.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right. It was the most
humiliating experience of my life.

Dick, it wasn't as bad as you think. It
was kind of exciting when you called him

a weenie.

Honey, I have never used that word in my
life. And the one time I do, it's in

front of hundreds, thousands of people.

Dick, it was better than the what was on
your mind part.

Yeah, Dick, I think you lucked out.

You'd look a lot worse if you'd called
Edwin Newman a weenie.

Pinch me. I'm dreaming.

The phones have not stopped ringing.
We're up to our keisters and kudos.

Try this title on for size.

Dick Loudon's Target Practice, with your
host, Vermont's own verbal kickboxer,

Machine Gun Mouth Loudon.

Michael, what happened today on the show
was a fluke. I was tired, I was

frustrated, I was disappointed.

All things we can recreate again.

Michael, we're not changing the show,
and that's final. Okay, Dick, all right,

have it your way. We'll go back to the
old format.

You talking interrupted by the
occasional test pattern.

Oh, hi, Dick. Ready to get out there and
grab them all over again?

Michael, I thought we agreed the show
was going back to the way it was. Dick,

relax. We agreed on the guest, didn't
we?

That, uh, fuddy -duddy from the
University Museum of Antiquities?

He's your kind of guy, Dick. He's got a
Phoenician bowl exhibit.

Five seconds to wear.

Pull him over, Dick.

I wasn't expecting you.

I hope this doesn't have anything to do
with last week's show.

Well,

let me introduce my first guest.

Dr. Miles Randall -Dix, curator of
antiquities at the University Museum and

-nuclear war activist.

I'm sorry. I think we had a little mix
-up there. I'm sure our announcer...

Didn't mean to say pro -nuclear war
activist.

Sure he did. I'm a pro -nuclear war
activist.

Yeah, I did.

You see, Mr. Loudon, when you've really
studied ancient civilization, you become

acutely aware of how much mankind has
deteriorated.

Why has this happened?

Because the process of natural selection
has been irrevocably tampered with.

and there's just no way to really clean
house anymore.

Which is why I believe we should have a
limited nuclear war.

Blow a lot of the scum off the face of
the earth and simply start all over

again.

Go get them, Jack!

So, Phoenician balls.

How far back do these babies go?

1200 BC.

They're relics of a time when quality
craftsmanship was an important part of

everyday life.

Why? Because back then it was survival
of the fittest.

In those days, a plague or a famine
could build up some steam.

But now, look at the crowds you see
everywhere.

Even the lines for 12 items or less are
enormous.

Which is why I reiterate, a carefully
managed, violent nuclear war

would be a much -needed cleansing, a
bath for humanity.

Okay,

I'll admit, a nuclear war would probably
make a lot of lines

shorter.

I mean, what about the fact that
afterwards the, you know, the entire

would be poisoned?

Yeah!

Well, Mr. Loudon, obviously you're not
interested in discussing this

intelligently.

In fact, at any moment, I bet you're
going to call me a weenie.

I have no intention of calling you a

weenie, Dr. Eddle. Ah!

even though you are one.

Good day, Mr. Loudon.

Have a nice nuclear winter.

The Phoenician Bowl exhibit will... will
continue at the University Museum

until the 15th.

something. Will you at least have your
cereal?

Honey, it's in a bowl.

Don't you forget about yesterday's show.
You're being too hard on yourself.

Dick, take a look at these ratings. We
actually got a whole number.

We finally beat out those unoccupied
channels.

Michael, you know I couldn't care less.
Wow.

This means nothing. I mean, some of the
worst shows in...

in history, have gotten great ratings.

True, but did any of them get great
reviews?

Dick, hold on to this paper with one
hand and pat yourself on the back with

other.

Dick Loudon's acerbic wit cuts like a
knife through the dull baloney of

afternoon television.

Gee, I... Usually I agree with this guy.

Excuse me, Mr. Loudon.

Could I...

Possibly have your autograph.

I don't think you want that.

Please, we love your show. I can't
believe we're staying here at your inn.

Thank you so much.

Can I ask you one more thing?

Sure. This is my husband, Tim.

Would it be too much trouble for you to
call him a weenie?

I don't think he really... No, please.

Call me a weenie.

It'd be an honor.

You're a weenie.

This is so exciting.

So, Dick, did I just see that hat size
jump a notch?

Michael, I don't care what other people
think. I care what I think.

And right now, I think Joanna and I are
going to take a drive.

You want to buy more newspapers?

Well, you know, if we pass a stand.

Oh, Michael, good.

Michael, this is Vince Dinsmore, you
know, Cupcake.

You're Cupcake?

Yes.

It's my license plate, and there's
nothing going to make me give it up.

Michael?

Well, Vince, you know, I'm just curious.
What would a well -built, barrel

-chested drink of water like yourself
want with a wimpy little plate that says

cupcake? Of course, it's the name of my
million -dollar business, Cupcake Inc.

Big, big deal.

Cupcake Inc.? You know, tasty little
cake. Get in the cup, grab it by the

handle, eat it right up.

I got a whole fleet of cupcake trucks.

I got...

promotional t -shirts. I got keychains.

But, Michael, I'm the only true cupcake.

Steffi, sweetheart, for the first time
in your life, you may have to accept

there's something in this world that you
can't have.

Michael, are you trying to make me break
out into a rash?

Steph, I'm afraid none of those old
standbys are going to work this time.

Damn good pout, Steph.

But it's just not enough.

What kind of monster are you?

Look, if it means that much to you, you
can have the dumb plate.

I'll contact the DMV first thing in the
morning.

Could you try to be there by 7 .30 so
you could be the first one in line?

No, no, no.

Okay, okay, lighten up already.

Real leather?

Actually, it's real leatherette.

But you deserve the perk, Dick. The
show's so hot, you're going to have to

in asbestos.

Bev's even thinking of moving the time
slot to right after 60 minutes, you

to capitalize on an audience that's
already been primed for a fight.

You know, what I do is not that much
different from 60 minutes.

I expose charlatans in a...

In a tasteful way.

Dick, whatever you're talking about, I
agree.

I wouldn't be surprised if you sweep
those Nobel's this year.

Michael, that's ridiculous.

Maybe a more local award.

Take a gander at next week's guest.

Mrs. Henrietta Epson, author of The
Fudge and Whiskey Diet?

That's right, Dick. How many more
innocents must plump into a fat stupor

she's stopped?

I guess I could nail her.

Great, Dick. Her only demand is that
someone drive her here in a car with a

really big back seat.

Jesus, a pro -nuke nut.

Dr. Randall. Mr. Loudon, I just stopped
by to say thank you.

You're welcome.

For what?

For allowing me to be a guest on your
show.

My phone hasn't stopped ringing since
the show aired. I've already signed up

new members, which is an increase of 3
,000%. Because before that, it was

just me.

I want you to know, if you're ever
looking for a sparring partner, I'm your

weenie.

Because of you and your show, The whole
world is just a little closer to nuclear

disaster.

That's it. We're going back to the old
format.

Dick, no.

Michael, I would rather bore people
senseless than cater to the lunatic

Dick, there's no good reason why we
can't do both.

Michael, I want to do the kind of TV I
want to do.

It's more important to be good than
popular.

Is that your final word, Dick?

I'm afraid it is.

Well, to tell you the truth, I respect
you for it.

Thank you, bud.

Excuse us.

Edwin Newman's here, Dick.

You know, I was so excited about this
interview, I couldn't sleep last night.

Don't worry, Dick. I'm sure we'll all be
able to catch some Z's during the

interview.

Welcome to Vermont Today with your host,
Dick Loudon, and his very special

guest, Edwin Newman.

I am honestly thrilled and delighted to
introduce my guest today.

Quite frankly, he's always been one of
my heroes.

Well, actually, more than one of my
heroes.

He's a sort of idol of mine.

Before I completely embarrass myself,
why don't I just introduce him?

Mr.

Edwin Newman.

It's an honor to have you here, sir.

Mr. Loudon, when I originally agreed to
be a guest on your program, I took it on

faith from a publicist, an act of some
naivete, I agree, that yours was a

program of reasonable quality.

I've had occasion these last two weeks
to watch the program myself, and I have

found that it typifies everything that
is wrong.

in television today.

So I came on the program to tell you
that myself.

Now, I intend to leave before you begin
your usual name -calling.

And by the way, the correct term is not
weenie, it is wiener.

Good day, Mr. Lowden.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr.

Edwin Newman.

I could have told you this would happen.

Meow.