All language subtitles for newhart_s07e10_george_and_the_old_maid

Stephanie, what are you doing?

I'm dusting magazines, Joanna.

Well, maybe when you're done here, you
want to dust the want ads.

Hi -ho, Stratfordites.

What's up, there's cuppers.

Dick won't let me read.

He's squelching my thirst for knowledge.

For shame, Dick. There's so much to be
learned from Victoria Principal.

You here for breakfast again?

No time. I've got to shuffle off to the
shoe shop. We're setting up for our big

buy -a -thong -for -a -song sale.

Oh, Michael, I packed you a special
lunch. But don't think they'll all be

fancy.

Yummers, Steph.

A cheese sandwich and a box of raisins.

I unwrapped the cheese and everything.

Well, that'll certainly cut down on your
flossing time.

You know what I...

When I first got bumped from the station
and found myself floundering at the

circus of shoes, I thought for sure I'd
get the cupcake kiss off.

That's where the smart money was.

Instead, I got a kind word and a
shoulder pad to cry on.

She's been just the support system this
occupational outcast needs.

Get going, Michael, or you'll blow this
job, too.

Radio.

Hello?

May I help you?

No, thank you.

Uh, feel free to... to wander around
aimlessly.

This place could use a good cleaning.

What do you want from her? Poor thing
had to pack a lunch.

Before you go, would you mind telling us
who you were?

Madeline Stone. I used to live here in
the 60s. I worked for Mr. McMahon.

Who's this McMahon man, ma 'am?

He owned this Stratford back then. He
had to sell it after the archery mishap.

Oh, how he loved his high -powered
crossbow.

Oh, how he loved his tequila shooters.

What exactly did you do here? Besides
criticize.

I was the maid. Oh, the hours and hours
I spent dusting. Apparently, I'm

irreplaceable.

Michael, see? something.

Ah, okay.

Nice pumps.

Thanks for the cheddar, Chiquita. Ciao.

I'm Joanna Loudon. This is my husband,
Dick, and this is our maid, Stephanie

Vanderkellen. What? Where's your
uniform?

Pardon me, Hazel.

We've come a long way, baby.

Since, uh, Since you were here at the
factory 25 years ago, you must remember

our handyman, Georgia.

Oh, then he's still here.

I'll never forget those big, bushy
sideburns.

And the way his overalls used to cling
to that lean physique.

That's Georgia, all right.

Madeline?

Hello, Brick.

Brick? Is it really you?

I've come back, Brick, with my answer.

And it's yes.

Wow! Did you hear that? She said yes!
Oh, happy day!

What was the question?

On this very spot, 25 years ago, this
strapping young buck dropped to

one knee and proposed.

It took you a quarter of a century to
come up with this?

Well, I didn't want to rush into
anything.

After all, what did a young girl of 32
know about marriage?

George, how come you never told us about
this before?

I didn't want to jinx it.

I am late.

I overslept.

That's okay, Stephanie.

It was Michael's fault.

Last night he rented a tack of the
puppet people, and afterwards he was too

terrified to sleep.

I'm the same way with Benji the hunted.

He was so jittery, I had to go over
there to calm him down. He swore he

Sherry Lewis and Lamb Chop in his
closet.

Here you go. Just like I used to make
every day for Mr.

McMahon.

Madeline, you don't have to cook for us.
You're a guest.

Oh, force of habit.

Did this every day, huh?

Well, thanks for taking over on such
short notice, but I'm sure the kitchen's

mess, so I'll go clean up while you rest
your old retired bones.

That's not necessary. I clean as I go.

Well, good.

That leaves me more time to polish the
silver, which next to scraping the oven

is my favorite thing to do.

Mine, too.

Let's go put some elbow grease into that
silver.

Whee!

Joanna, where's the silver polish?

Ask Madeline. She was probably the last
one to use it.

Morning, Dick. Joanna. Hi, George. Wow!

Madeline made her pancakes.

This sure brings me back.

I can almost see Mr. McMahon himself
looking up at me from under this very

table.

I can sprawl out on the floor if you
want, George.

No, it wouldn't be the same. Besides,
you only put syrup on your pancakes.

What did Mr. McMahon put on his?

Anything that caught fire.

Ah, those were the days.

Madeline was the most beautiful girl in
the county.

and I was her lean, mean, fixin'
machine.

I'm surprised you ever got any work
done.

Well, Mr. McMahon had a rule about his
employees fraternizing, so at night we'd

sneak out, hop in the old pickup, and
drive over to that lake by Johnny Cake

Ridge. Oh, I heard that was quite the
hot spot for young lovers.

Oh, yeah. Didn't we know it?

We'd sit in the truck and watch him neck
for hours.

Then we'd go home.

Sounds like you were crazy about each
other.

George, Madeline doesn't really expect
you to marry her, does she? Of course

does. She's been saving herself for me.

I just hope I have the stamina to
survive the unleashing of 25 years of

fantasies.

George, do me a favor. When you do your
unleashing, will

you make sure the radio's on?

George, you know, you asked for her hand
a long time ago. You don't have to go

through with this. Well, how would it
look if I backed out now?

You know, George, I think there's a
statute of limitations on marriage

proposals. Well, maybe you're right,
Dick.

You know, you're a lot easier to talk to
than Mr. McMahon.

And you don't keep breaking into
choruses to show me the way to go home.

Oh, Brick.

You haven't forgotten how to show a girl
a good time.

Well, it's nice when there's no line at
the batting cage.

You're such a sentimental old fool
taking me up to Johnny Cake Ridge.

When did it become the Johnny Cake
Cinema 20?

About a year after the Johnny Cake Mall
went in.

You know, this is not the first time
I've been to your room.

It's not?

I put you to bed the night Mr.

McMahon made you eat all those rum
balls.

I had to. The safety was off on his
crossbow.

For 25 years, I've wondered what might
have happened if I'd stayed.

Not much, probably. I was pretty stewed.

You're not stewed tonight, Brick.

I don't know.

I have a confession to make.

What is it? When you left the Stratford,
I waited for you. But after about eight

years, I started to have my doubts.

What are you trying to say?

You wouldn't be the first to help buckle
my overalls in the morning.

You have a girlfriend?

Oh, no.

No, it's just that I haven't been
completely faithful.

Oh, is that all?

Well, if it makes you feel any better,
I've dated a few men. I even

married. What?

His name was Ed, but it was a fleeting
relationship. It only lasted 14 years.

So I gather you buckled his overalls a
few times.

He didn't wear overalls. Oh, thank God.

But Ed was nothing like you, George.

You're gentle and loving.

More like Roy.

Roy? My second husband.

How many husbands were there? Just the
two.

But I needed those marriages to grow,
and now that I have, I know that you've

always been the only man for me.

What happened to that innocent maid I
used to know?

She wasn't ready.

But believe me, through both marriages
and a couple of meaningless six to eight

month stands, all I thought about was
you.

You could have phoned.

George, can't we let go of the past? I
mean, does it really matter that I have

seven grandchildren?

You're a grandmother?

And I think you'll make a wonderful
grandfather.

Gee, I don't know, Maddie. This is a lot
to take in.

Well, if you want to call it off, I'll
understand.

No, no. I just need a little time to
sort things out.

Starting tomorrow.

Magna Cum Laudens. Hi, Michael.

Red Rover, Red Rover, let Steffi come
over.

Hi, Michael.

You'll have to unwrap the cheese
yourself.

The old maid's trying to cook and clean
her way into my job.

No comprendo, Steffo.

Why would she want to stage a major
kitchen coup?

I don't know, but I'm scared. She's been
kissing up to Dick and Joanna like

crazy. Well, she can pucker till she's
tuckered, but you'll never be kicked out

of the cockles of their corazonis.

I heard you out here.

Last night, I packed you a nice homemade
lunch.

Cold pasta salad in a zippy pesto sauce,
chilled tomatoes and snap peas in a

dill vinaigrette and a flaky crescent
roll.

Oh, and a box of raisins.

Oh, that's original.

Wowzers. You did this all for me?

Uh, thanks.

I'm, uh...

I'm more of a processed cheese man
myself.

It'll be in the fridge if you change
your mind.

Well, I've got work to do.

Not as much as I've got.

Well,

as we blandly say in the shoe business,
have a nice day.

You seem pretty chipper, George.

We don't need any locker room cracks,
Dick.

Just because I'm chipper doesn't mean
anything unusual went on in my room last

night.

No, I just meant that you seem... Stop
grilling me.

I'm over 21, you know.

George, you're over 51.

You wouldn't know it from last night.

Fresh off the griddle. I made some, too.

Well, they both look delicious, but
since... Since Madeline's are closer...

Can I get anyone anything

before I run upstairs and vacuum?

Juice? More coffee?

Another cigarette?

Madeline, why don't you sit down and
join us? Stephanie can do the upstairs.

Joanna, I love this. It brings back so
many fond memories.

Dibs on the vacuum.

Excuse me, I have to see this.

What about breakfast?

I can always eat.

Well, I'd better keep these warm.

I'm pretty good at keeping things warm.

Now that the girls are gone, I've got
this problem.

Think about baseball, George.

Okay.

Anyway, last night, I told Madeline I
needed time to think, and then a funny

thing happened.

Was that during a taste of honey or a
Wichita lineman?

I don't remember.

Dick, she told me she had two husbands.

She said they were both mistakes, and
all the while, she was only thinking of

me. What should I do, Dick? Should I
still marry her?

Well, George, you obviously get along,
and you both like to...

to listen to the same music.

You know, you aren't getting any
younger, George. Maybe it's time you

thinking about settling down.

Fonzie never settled down.

George Fonzie was only in his late 40s.

They're flowers.

Thank you.

Isn't that the suit you used to wear to
watch Bishop Fulton Sheen?

Yep. It's also the suit I wore when I
popped the question 25 years ago.

Oh, Grant.

Madeline, back then we were just a
couple of crazy mixed -up kids.

Now, maybe we can do this right.

I can feel my heart pounding.

I may only be a simple handyman, but I
know with you by my side, I'll be a

simple handyman with a wife.

Will you marry me?

Oh, Rick.

That was beautiful.

I think I'm going to cry.

Help me up.

You're taking my breath away.

I don't know what to say except...

I'll need some time to think about it.

What?

Seeing you again has brought back so
many emotions. The lust, the passion,

doubts, the fears. I don't know if I can
answer this with a simple yes or no.

Well, why the hell not?

This decision is too important to rush
into.

Well, this is getting silly.

Please understand, I don't want you to
end up being another Ed or Roy or

Phil. Who's Phil?

Well, annulments aren't even worth
talking about. George, what we have is

special. That's why when I marry you,
it's going to be for keeps.

Well, how much time do you think you'll
need?

Well, not as much as before.

A week, ten years tops.

Will you be marrying anyone else while
you're thinking?

Who can predict these things?

Then this is goodbye again?

George, spending this precious time with
you has been just about the most

wonderful thing to happen to me in a
long, long...

time. And last night, well, whenever I

hear blame it on the boss and over, no
matter who I'm with,

I'll think of you.

So you took Madeline to the station?

Yeah.

We missed her train by a few minutes,
but there was another one along pretty

quick.

George, I'm sorry about the wait. You
know, things turned out.

Well, it was my own fault for driving
too slow.

No, George, George, not the train. You
know, that Madeline turned you down.

She didn't exactly turn me down, Dick.
She just needs a week to ten years to

mull things over.

There's a big difference.

I suppose.

Till then, I've got the best of both
worlds.

I'll always know there's someone out
there thinking of me, and at the same

I don't have to curb my wild bachelor
lifestyle.

Some men aren't meant to be tamed,
George.

Ah, the Stratford innkeep with his
Stratford upkeep.

Here's your lunch, Michael.

Red Cornish game hen, radicchio salad
with sun -dried tomatoes, a selection of

imported cheeses, and a box of raisins.

Thanks, Steph. I really don't know... No
time to talk. I'm waxing behind the

refrigerator.

Well, I better go tell Stephanie that
Madeline is gone.

Meow.