All language subtitles for Silver Spoons s04e10 Judgment Day

Here we are, face to face, a couple of
silver spoons.

Hoping to find we're two of a kind.

Making a go, making it grow.

Together, we're going to find our way.

Together, taking the time each day.

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

Two silver spoons together.

You and I.

We're going to find our way.

You and I together.

We're going to find our way.

Right over there. All right.

Over here? Yeah.

Made it.

Now you've done your bit for the church
thrift shop.

With this good deed, I'm on my way to
heaven.

You'll be lucky if you get to queen.

Boy, some lemonade would sure taste good
right now.

Yeah, it sure would.

Nice try.

I'll make some as soon as I finish.

Want to go shoot some baskets?

No, thanks.

Let's wait for Dasher to get here.

Dasher? William Dasher's coming here?

I'm gone.

What was all that about? Who's Dasher?

He's the guy in our geometry class.

He kind of gets on Alfonso's nerves.

Actually, he gets on everybody's nerves.

What's wrong with him? He's smart, good
athlete.

He does everything right.

The nerve of him.

Hi.

I thought you were going to play. I did.

I don't know how I let myself go three
years without picking up a racket.

I ran him ragged.

Want some lemonade with a splash of
oxygen?

Make it a double.

I got it.

Hi, come on in.

Sorry I'm late.

No problem. I had to accept this Young
Achievement Award from the Chamber of

Commerce. I hate to leave a standing
ovation.

I know what you mean.

Delirious crowds are a drag.

Dad, Dexter's.

This is William Dasher. Hey, nice to
meet you, Bill. Please call me William.

Excellent taste in neckties, William.

Who is this guy, Barry Toth?

Some new designer?

No, no, no. This is the Harvard emblem.

Veritas in Latin means truth.

No lie?

Well, Dexter ought to know it.

After all, he's a Harvard man.

Great. That's where I'm going to school.

Oh, really?

Amazing. You know that already?

Well, I've made a few plans.

A few?

He could write his memoirs today.

Hey, not just the old years.

There's Harvard undergrad, then Harvard
Law School, associate with a corporate

law firm, and eventually a partnership.

Wow. He's ahead of me now.

He's even got it written in his
appointment book.

June 1st, 2002.

Become partner.

Stop on by. We'll celebrate, huh?

Don't you need mostly A's to get into
Harvard?

Mostly?

You need A plus.

Ah,

that's right. Harvard men don't sweat.

Listen, when you're ready to apply, let
me know. I'm an alumni interviewer.

Oh, I didn't know.

Have I said anything wrong?

No, not at all.

It's a good thing you didn't mention you
missed Geometry Friday.

I was busy winning a debate tournament.

William can speak 100 words a minute.
With Gus, up to 150.

Can I have those geometry notes? Yeah.

Did you have a test tonight last week?

Yeah. I got a B.

I sure hope these notes are accurate.

Let's go upstairs and put some Zork on
the computer.

Of course you'd pick that one, because
you always beat me.

Hey.

Let's go get that lemonade, huh?

I'm not thirsty.

Well, I'll drink for the both of us.

Well, that dafter sure has it all
together.

When I was 15, my biggest goal was to
finish my table lamp and wood shop.

He's exactly the kind of applicant
Harvard's looking for. In fact, he

of me.

What about Rick? Reminds me of you.

Well, isn't Rick the type of applicant
that Harvard's looking for?

Rick is an exceptional young man.

That isn't an answer.

Well, you know, Edward, to get into
Harvard or any top school competition is

serious.

Oh, tell me about the game.

He slaughtered me. You still haven't
answered my question.

Now, are you saying Rick isn't smart
enough? Well, suppose he wants to get

one of the professions.

Medicine, law, engineering.

Rick's only 15. He's a sophomore. He's
got three years till college.

Correction. College is here. Now, every
grade he gets goes on his permanent

record. Permanent as in forever.

If he's going to get into good school,
he's going to have to buckle down before

his ship has sailed.

His ship?

Has sailed.

You make it sound so ominous. That's why
I don't like these conversations.

This is delicious. Is it fresher from a
can?

You should know. You went to Harvard.

Stratton goes into the pivot. Looks to
Ewing. Declines. Fakes right. Fakes

One move.

Three seconds left.

He spins.

He whirls. He slams.

Yes!

Hi, what you doing?

Studying.

With a Nerf ball?

If he had a good studying, he's knowing
when to take a break.

Want to take a few shots?

Sure.

You remember a couple of years ago when
you said you might want to be a doctor?

I did?

Yeah, remember when we were at the
beach?

Oh, yeah.

Found a crab with a bum leg.

Fixed up a little splint for him.

You can do it, guy.

Come on, you can do it.

Ah, you were so proud.

He was doing great, too.

Until that kid stepped on him.

We buried him at sea in a gum wrapper.

Well, if you did want to be a doctor,
you'd want to go to the best medical

school, right?

Definitely.

But I don't want to be a doctor.

You don't? No.

I couldn't stand losing another patient.

Well, okay, it doesn't matter, but
whatever profession you decide to go

you'll need top grades.

Is this going to be one of those
conversations we've had the good sense

up until now?

Yeah. So let's make it quick and simple.

You do well in all your other subjects,
and I think you can do better in a B in

geometry.

Dad, the only thing better than a B is
an A.

See, you've got the natural ability.

If you crack the books and put the Nerf
ball away.

Whatever happened to that father who
told me to go out there? Have a great

Where'd he go?

He went to Aspen Junior College.

I majored in downhill skiing with a
minor in hot chocolate.

I thought you liked it there. I did.

Had a great time.

Then I realized I didn't know what I
wanted to do with the rest of my life,

I felt like I'd been left behind.

Like I'd blown it.

I don't want to see that happen to you,
son.

Dad, it won't.

I don't even like downhill skiing.

I'm serious.

I want to see you buckle down.

I don't understand.

First a B is okay, now it's not.

I'm supposed to have fun, but then I
can't.

You're changing all the rules.

You're not 12 years old anymore.

Whether we like it or not, the world's
going to start judging you and you're

going to have to start to perform.

I get it.

You want me to be more like William, too
good to be true Dasher?

You're capable of doing just as well as
he does.

I just want to see you fulfill your
potential for your own good.

So for my own good, I should be
miserable?

Getting an A in geometry is not going to
make you miserable.

I know you can do it.

You know I can do it? I know I can do
it?

So why don't we just say I did it?

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the immortal
Rick Stratton, the game's all -time

leader, is hanging up his Nerf ball.

It's the end of the era.

Look at this, huh? Studying around the
table, drinking coffee, esprit de corps.

No, it's you, man.

We've only got 60 hours till finals,
Dad.

Don't let me interrupt. Just want to
grab a couple of cookies.

Let's go. Let's go. Moving on.

What's the area of a parallelogram?

The base time of the altitude.

Right. Keep up the good work, guys.

I'm proud of you, son.

You had to mention food, didn't you?

Glad I didn't mention full -contact
karate.

Hi, fellas.

Everything okay?

We're studying.

Oh, okay. Well, I'm just gonna get a
snack.

Just pretend I'm not here.

All right, what's the next question?

Number six. Come on, we're rolling.

Sorry.

What are we going to finish?

Well, we know the stuff by heart.

I already know it by heart.

Oh, really?

What's an isosceles triangle?

Well, it's a certain type of triangle.

It's been invented many years ago by a
man named Isosceles.

He took it. It was very ancient and is
now underwater.

You have absolutely no idea.

Yeah, but what an effort.

When's the burial?

Eight? Shh.

We got a little hungry.

Not funny, guys.

Come on, you quit or let's get serious.

Maybe you don't care about your grades,
but I do.

You care about my grades?

Gee, thanks.

Not your grades, my grades.

My dad's on my case, and I have to get
an A on this test.

Lighten up.

You're turning into a dasher.

She used to be fun to hang out with.

This is not hanging out.

This is life.

I don't even know why I asked you guys
to study with me.

That makes two of us.

Three. I hate to say this, Rick, but
your charm is worn away.

Fine. Go on, leave.

I'll get a lot more done without you.

Come on, Freddie.

Let's go somewhere where we're
appreciated.

Where's that?

There must be somewhere.

I'm not here.

Oh no.

Hey, did you get the mail while I was
upstairs?

Well, Rick, you were only upstairs for
two minutes.

How do you know you're getting your
grades today?

I talked to Freddy this morning.

He already got his.

Oh, how'd he do?

His parents are throwing a party.

No kidding!

Yeah, he got straight C's.

Where is that guy?

Staring out the door isn't going to make
the mailman come any sooner.

Who is he? What time does he usually get
here?

On Saturday, it varies.

What do you mean?

Varies. Don't they put the guy on a
schedule?

What's he do, not deliver the mail until
he gets inspired?

You know, just because I'm not old
enough to vote does not mean I'm not

to have my mail delivered on time.

I see no sleet out there.

No snow, no gloom of night.

Nothing to stay him from his appointed
rounds.

Rick, can't you relax?

I'm sure you did just fine. Kate, I
think I blew the geometry test.

I went in for the final and I panicked.

I don't even know if I put my name on
the test.

Wait a minute.

That could be good.

Rick, there's no point in torturing
yourself.

It's all over now.

Wake up, Kate. Wake up.

That's what I'm afraid of. I've got two
and a half more years of this.

The pressure's just beginning.

Where is he?

La -la -loona, la -la -loona, la -la
-loona, pot of a zoola. Hey, boy, I

tell you, this onion, it stings your
eyes.

Edward, did you know that Rick was
getting his grades today?

Oh, great!

A good soup deserves something to
celebrate it with.

He isn't in much of a festival mood.

As a matter of fact, he's very nervous
about it.

Well, that's all adorable.

Normal? Do you think it's normal to rant
and rave against the U .S. Postal

Service? Sure. I feel like doing that
every time I go into the post office.

He's serious.

He's crazy. I've never seen him like
this.

He's tearing himself apart.

Really?

I think I better have a talk with him.

Hi, Dad.

Hi.

How you doing?

Me?

I'm doing fine.

Great.

Good.

I'm glad.

Good.

He's scared to death.

What's he so afraid of?

He doesn't want to disappoint you.

He's worked hard.

I'm sure he'll do fine.

Well, what if he didn't?

He's acting like his whole life hangs in
the balance over one grade in geometry.

I never said anything like that.

You may not have said it, but that's
what he heard.

All I said was I didn't want to see him
make the same mistakes I did.

Oh, yeah, and you're a real sad case,
aren't you?

Kate, I spent a lot of years flailing
around, you know, before I straightened

out. Well, it couldn't have been that
bad.

No, we're talking major flailing.

I wasted eight months at the commune of
love and trust.

Until I caught Brother Sunshine swiping
my stereo.

Well, all that experimenting and
searching made you who you are.

Gave you depth and character.

Kind of like the way you turned out.

Well, flailing has its good points.

You're working until your Abbasi case
has its bad points.

Yeah. How do you tell your son it's
important to work hard but shouldn't

a matter of life and death?

That's a start.

All right.

I'm going to earn my Father's Day card
this year.

Rick? Yeah, Dad?

I got it.

Mr. Tuttle, I wonder where you were.

It's sweepstakes day.

I'm getting sick of looking at Ed
McMahon's face.

I got a registered letter for you, Mr.
Stratton. It's kind of right there for

you. Where's the rest of the mail?

One thing at a time, young man.

I know what you're waiting for.

Here you go. Oh, thank you.

Oh.

Good luck.

Occupant.

Occupant, resident, occupant, Ed
McMahon, occupant, Richard Stratton,

Springs School District.

Hey! Before you open this, son, I want
to tell you something. What? What?

I want you to know that I put much too
much emphasis on what's in this

Okay, got your point. Can I have it now?
No, not yet.

I set impossible standards for you, and
I was making you crazy.

And now you're not?

Stay with me on this.

I just realized that I've been putting
the same terrible pressure on you that

old man used to put on me.

Son, that's something I promised I would
never do to you.

Wait a minute.

Are you saying I did all this for
nothing?

No, no, no. No, that's not it either.
It's just a matter of balancing the

achievement against the price you have
to pay for it.

The important thing is you gave it your
best shot.

And that's all anybody can ask.

So you won't think I'm a failure if I
get a B or a C?

Absolutely not.

How about an F?

One push.

Guess I can open it now that it doesn't
matter.

Guess I'll just go in and check on that
soup.

I'll just see how that soup's doing.

Well?

You did it! You got the A in geometry!

Ha, ha, ha!

Oh, boy!

Not that it matters.

It doesn't matter, no. But you did it!

You got the A.

No sweat.