All language subtitles for Silver Spoons s03e03 Growing Pains .1

Here we are, face to face, a cool silver
spoon.

Open to find, we're two of a kind.

Make it a call, make it a call.
Together, we're gonna find our

way.

Together,

taking the time each day.

So learn all about those things you just
can't buy.

Two silver spoons together.

You know what? We could have won that
soccer game.

Right. If the other team had showed up
an hour later, we could have won by

default.

Hey, it's not important that we didn't
win.

What's important is we look great in our
uniform.

Yeah.

Gnarly.

I guess that victory Clambake and Jones
beat Saturday night. It's just me and

Clambake. Hold the victory.

Speaking of holding.

Anybody else got a date besides me?

Hey, this dude's like an eagle.

I fly solo.

Couldn't find anybody, huh?

No.

Nate, you taking Sandy?

Yeah.

She's gnarly.

I haven't found anyone yet. You know how
freshman girls are. They just want to

date upperclassmen.

Yeah.

I know.

Well, say, have you thought of asking
Tawny Oglethorpe?

Tawny Oglethorpe? She'd never go out
with me.

Not true, oddly enough.

I ran into her in the hall the other
day. She asked me if you were going.

Outrageous! Wait a minute, wait. I gotta
know exactly how she said it.

I mean, did she say, is Rick going?

Or did she say, is Rick going?

She said, is Rick going?

you guys out here. Hi, guys. Hey, Kate,
it's the guys.

So, uh, how's it going?

Fine. Fine.

Fine. Gnarly.

Ah.

So, how'd the game go? We lost.

Oh, no. Hey, that's too bad.

You know, I remember how I used to feel
when we lost.

Want to talk about it?

I guess we don't.

Well, I understand that. Sometimes it's
better not to talk about these things,

huh? Uh, Edward, I really think we
should get back to work.

What?

I know what'll cheer you guys up.

Dad, we really don't need...

You get it?

Mohogany, mahogany.

This is the latest from Eddie Toy.

Edward, I don't think... This is going
to be great, Kate. The guys are going to

love this.

So, uh, Moe, you look a little
depressed.

Yeah, my girl's not feeling well. She's
got termites.

Well, who wants to play with him first,
huh?

Actually, we were just leaving.

So long, everybody.

See you later, Rick.

Hey, Nate.

Don't you think he's gnarly?

Oh, not particularly, no.

Guess the guy's kind of down about
losing, huh?

Yeah, I guess so. Look, Dad, I got a lot
of stuff to do.

Kate, you notice that Rick's been acting
kind of strange lately? Kind of aloof,

distant, cool?

Normal.

Normal? Well, of course.

Rick is at that age where you don't
always want your parents around.

It's embarrassing.

What's embarrassing?

Edward, I will never forget when I was
14.

I was with my friends, and my mother
came in and asked me to clean up my

and I just lost it. I said, oh, shoot.

I'm shocked.

Well, so was my mom.

But, you know, it helped me to find
myself.

No, Kate, Rick and I are different.

We've always had open lines of
communication.

Rick, why is the door locked?

A guy needs his privacy, Dad.

Oh.

Yeah. Sure.

Listen, I got an idea. Why don't you and
I go down to Ye Olde Pizzeria tonight,

huh?

Sing along tonight. The Banjo Brigade
will be there. Hey, we can complete our

collection of famous little people mugs.

All we need is Mickey Rooney and Sneezy.

that I can't. Remember?

I'm going to go hang out with the guys.

Ah, guys.

Any girls?

Dad, what's with all the questions?

You never used to ask so many questions.

I never used to have to, son. You told
me what you were doing.

What time are you going to be home?

The usual.

Yeah, well, just remember, tomorrow's a
school day, huh?

You'll be home at 9, not 9 .30 like last
week.

Okay, Dad, gotcha. 9 o 'clock.

Catch you later.

Hey.

I think you could use another hole right
there.

Dad, I can't cut this shirt. It's brand
new.

It's pretty cool.

I was really hoping you'd ask me to the
Clambake, Rick.

It's like... like a miracle.

Speak of me, Tawny.

I'll make all your dreams come true.

I hope one of our dreams is to go home
soon.

I'm an hour and 15 minutes late.

Maybe I'll just be honest with her. I'll
say, Tawny, I was supposed to be home

at 9 o 'clock, so I have to leave now.

She'll say, Rick, you're a real wuss.

Good. She's done with her soda.

Maybe now she'll want to leave.

Oh, come on, let's dance.

I love to dance.

Hey, you got it.

I love this song.

It's called This Night Will Never End.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Hey, Tony, don't you have a curfew?

Yeah. Could you believe it? Eleven o
'clock.

That's a good answer.

What for? Could a guy ask for one?

Dad!

Dad, what are you doing here?

A better question, son, is what are you
doing here? You had a 9 p .m. curfew.

It's way after 10.

I was going to call you, but look.

Boy, Alvin's been on the phone all
night.

Say goodnight to your friends. Let's go.

I have to go now. There's a slight
family problem.

Yeah. And you're it.

You know those people who walk down the
street pushing shopping carts,

snooping through garbage and talking to
themselves?

Well, now I know what they're saying.

They're saying, why... my father have to
walk into that hamburger place and

humiliate me in front of all my friends?

Rick, I wasn't thinking of your friends.
I was thinking of you. I was concerned

about you.

Couldn't you have phoned in your
concern?

Did you have to bring it in person?

Rick, it's your responsibility to be
home on time.

I'm surprised you didn't call the
police.

trolling the streets, Mr. Stratton.

Oh, I see you found the little guy.

Yeah.

Thanks, Al.

Well, I guess I'll get back to the donut
shop.

Good night.

Good night.

Look, you were an hour and a half late,
son. Come on, we agreed you'd be home at

nine o 'clock.

I'm not responsible for your other
friends. I'm responsible for you.

Now, since you were late two times,
you're going to be home at 6 p .m. every

night next week.

But, Dad, I can't. What about the big
clam bake at Joan's big Saturday night?

Well, I hope they're baking early.

Dad, I'm not only thinking about myself.

I'm thinking about Tawny Oglethorpe.

You'll be ruining her miracle.

Well, maybe you should have thought all
this before you broke your curfew, huh?

You know, Dad, I'm very disappointed in
you.

Hi, Rick.

You know, I was thinking about what
happened last night, and I guess I'm

lucky to have good friends like you who
would not take advantage of this

opportunity to make some real cheap
jokes.

Oh, hey, Rick, you know us better than
that. Come on, buddy, sit down. All

right.

Need a booster chair?

There's one.

Hey, Rick, it's past 4 o 'clock.

Isn't it time for your nap?

Well, I tell you, Rick, I'd love to stay
and talk to you, buddy, but we do have

to consider our reputations.

See you later, buddy.

Aren't you worried about your
reputation, Alfonso?

If I was, do you think I'd be sitting
here?

All right.

Thanks.

bake with Tawny. None of this will
matter.

I won't be at the clam bake, Alfonso.
I've been grounded.

Rick, you gotta be there.

You can't miss the crowning of a clam
queen.

It could be Tawny.

That would make me clam king.

But no.

I'll be sitting in my room watching the
Burl Ives film festival.

Rick, buddy, you're giving in too soon.
There's a way out of this.

I've seen guys in worse jams. When I
lived in Thailand, I had this friend

Fib Hob.

One day, he borrowed the family water
buffalo without permission.

He got grounded for a whole monsoon
season.

But instead of moping around his hut,
Fib Hob presented his father with an

albino goldfish and a necklace of tiger
teeth.

I mean, it kind of paid tribute to his
dad to show respect.

Father realized she was sincere. He
forgave him.

Yeah. It's called kissing up.

What do you think, Kate? Maybe I
shouldn't have gone to the hangout to

last night, huh?

Well, now that you mention it, I...
Well, what else could I do? He was an

and a half late. I was sick with worry.

Okay.

Think grounding him for a week's too
rough?

to be perfectly honest. Oh, come on,
Kate. I should have grounded him for two

weeks.

Okay, fine.

For some reason, he seems to be testing
me.

I don't get it. It's not like him.

Well, you're not really acting like your
old self either, you know. Hey, I'm not

acting like my old me because he's not
acting like his old him. My old me can

never control his new him. If he starts
acting like his old him again, I'll

start acting like my old me again.

Yeah, sure, son.

Well, I've come to pay tribute and
respect.

Oh?

First, the evening paper.

Edward Bratton III, world's greatest
father.

Praise for his forgiving qualities.

That's very cute. And to give you
something to do while you read your

can eat a sandwich made from your
favorite meat.

Imported Italian bologna?

Yeah, and it's fresh, too.

Last week, this was a pig in Naples.

Isn't that thoughtful?

That's really very nice, son.

But I hope you're not doing this to get
out of being grounded.

No, Dad.

I'm doing this because I love you.

I'm not changing my mind.

Do you know how much this bologna costs?

I've got an idea.

Why don't you let Rick go to the
Clambake and then tack on a couple extra

at the end of the week, you know, to
make up for it.

Good suggestion, Kate.

That way I still get to go to the
Clambake, you still get to punish me, so

you'll be happy, I'll be happy, we'll
all be happy.

You're not happy.

The answer is no.

Rick, if I lighten the punishment, I
lose my authority. As long as you live

this house, you go by my rules.

Dad, you're treating me like a child.

not a child.

I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.

I wish I had a tape recorder.

Dad, I used to think you were a nice
guy.

Oh, sure, I'm a nice guy as long as I do
what you want.

All I want is for you to trust me.

Trust is something that's earned.

You don't trust me, you don't respect
me, you don't even care about me. Now

wait just a minute. I wouldn't be going
through all this if I didn't care about

you. Don't bother me.

Singing telegram for the world's
greatest father from his loving son,

You're my pup.

You're the tower of pizza.

You're the smile on the Mona Lisa.

You're a perfect hand.

The bestest friend. A son of a hand.

A buddy.

Death?

Was it something I sang?

presidential suite?

Yeah. Every four years in November, we
vacuum.

What's that?

What? I said, what's that?

Oh, that's the L train passing by.

The new quiet ones.

Oh. You need some fresh towels.

Perfectly fine. Just don't drink it or
let it touch your skin.

Are you sure that this is the best room
you've got?

Yeah. You want it or not?

I guess it beats a park bench.

That's our motto.

I only have $15.

You're lucky.

It's the off -season.

Sleep tight.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

You're kidding, right?