All language subtitles for The Jeffersons s10e10 Father Christmas

Well, we're moving on up, moving on up,
to the sun, moving on up, to a deep...

you're thinking about, Willis. You want
to gulp down a couple of pieces of that

popcorn, right?

You're not even close, George. Good.

I've been thinking I want to wolf down
the whole bowl. Don't do it, Willis.

on. You'll destroy the whole month you
spent up at that fat farm.

It is not called a fat farm.

It's called a diet center.

Oh, sorry.

So, was it tough up there at the pig
palace?

Listen, George, I never call attention
to your weight line.

The straining... buttons on your vest
are ample testimony.

That was a low blow, Willis. I never
called you fat.

You've been calling me fat for the last
ten years.

Well, I call him as I say him.

What? That's right.

Boys, boys, this is Christmas time.

Oh, big deal.

Look, it's time for us to go caroling.
Oh, I can't wait to see the look on

people's faces when they hear us sing to
them.

Oh, yeah?

How can you see them while you're
ducking snowballs?

Okay, George, enough of your wisecracks.

Put your coat on and let's go.

Yeah, I can't wait to hear your
beautiful voice.

Oh, yeah, well, that's too bad, because
I ain't going.

Oh, sweetheart, I hope you don't mind,
but I'm not going either.

Oh, but, Tom, you promised.

Well, I know, dear, but we have sort of
a tradition in our family.

We don't go out when it's cold.

Do you have a tradition too, George?

No. I just think Carolyn is stupid.

It's not stupid. It's beautiful.

And the reason we do it is to spread
Christmas cheer.

You know, like peace on earth.

And joy to the world. And goodwill
towards men.

Okay. I got the mace, the billy club,
and the rape whistle.

You don't need the whistle.

George, are you sure you won't come with
us? I'm telling you, caroling is not

for men.

If it was, they'd call it Michaeling.

Yeah, or Willie.

A real man wouldn't even think about it.
Yeah.

I'm ready to go caroling.

I rest my case.

Oh, George.

I'm so excited. You know, this is a very
special Christmas for me, having spent

the last two in the Soviet Union.

Over there, I'd sing fa -la -la -la -la,
and they'd go la -la -la -la.

Oh, Mr.

Bentley, didn't you have any friends?

Oh, well, yes, I did, but for some
reason during the Christmas season, they

treated me rather coolly. I never knew
why.

Well, did you carol at them? Yes, I did.
That's why.

Your husband has never really grasped
the Christmas spirit, has he?

Look, I go for the holy part and
everything.

It's the other part I don't like.

Everybody wants something. Everybody
thinks they deserve something. Give me

this, give me that. I mean, this starts
the whole month of December.

George, I don't do that.

No, that's right. You start asking in
July.

Okay. Gifts are a part of Christmas, but
a small part.

The main thing is the spirit. And the
spirit is gimme, gimme, gimme.

got their hand out.

Oh, come on, George. Not everybody's got
their hand out.

Merry Christmas!

Ah, the Jeffersons. Ma 'am, have I told
you you're my favorite family?

Right.

Just an hour ago, you said that we were
your favorite family.

Oh, no, ma 'am. What I said was you're
the most wonderful family.

The Jeffersons are my favorite. And let
me see. The Jensons are the most

fantastic. The Hanrahans are the finest.

Let's face it. This is one heck of a
building.

And what about me, Ralph?

Well, technically, sir, you're not a
family.

Ah, yes, but I did give you $10 for
Christmas this year. Yes, and

you missed the last two, that averages
out to $3 .33 a year.

You're lucky I'm even speaking to you.

Well, I am sorry, Ralph, and I'll tell
you what. To make it up to you, I'll

you a wonderful trick I learned on my
trip to Russia. Where's that $10 bill I

gave you?

Oh, well, that... Ah.

I just want you to know that you are the
most wonderful doorman that I've ever

known. And you're my favorite.

And I think you are the finest.

Bye.

Now, that's very sweet, sir.

Think they meant it?

About as much as you did, Ralph.

Well, fortunately,

they're not the breadwinners.

Did you want something? No sense in
beating around the bush, sir.

I'm here for my Christmas gift,
gentlemen.

Here, here, here.

It's 50 bucks.

Merry Christmas. Go have it someplace
else.

Thank you very much. Thank you very
much. Mr. Willis? Yes, Ralph?

Care to make your neighbor look cheap?

Well, Ralph, I already bought you a
Christmas present.

Oh! Oh, well, thank you, sir. That's
very nice of you, but I'm

only accepting cash this year.

That's what I'm talking about. Everybody
acts like that. Everybody wants stuff,

you know?

Christmas ain't the way it used to be.

Well, I can't argue with that.

What are you talking about? I thought
you were one of those people that loved

Christmas. Well, I try to be.

Well, I try to make Christmas fun
because, well, you see, it never was

was a boy.

What are you talking about? You were
loaded.

Well, now, wait a minute. Money isn't
everything.

Oh, no? Then what else is there? Well,
I'll tell you what else there was. Or

I'll tell you what there wasn't.

You see, George, when I was a boy, well,
we had a lot of money and we lived in a

big house.

Well,

Mr. Willis, a Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, James.

Virgil, Homer, and do I detect Jonathan
Swift?

You certainly have a passion for
literature, Master Willis. Oh, you know

adore books.

Master Willis, you know full well that
your mother does not approve of you

snacking between meals.

And I feel obligated to tell her that
you've been hiding sweets.

Oh?

You did?

are a disgusting child.

What your mother doesn't know won't hurt
her, right? Right.

Merry Christmas, James. And a Merry
Christmas to you, Master Willis.

My word, you certainly seem in fine
spirits this evening. Is there any

reason? Oh, you betcha.

Christmas is only three days away, and
Mother and Father haven't made any plans

to go anywhere.

It'll be the first Christmas I can
remember with the whole family all

here at home.

James. Yes, sir?

Um... Chocolate chip.

Macaroons? Oh, good.

Merry Christmas, my boy.

Golly. Thanks, Father. I'll put it under
the tree.

Oh, no, no, no.

It's your Christmas gift. I want you to
open it now so I can see the look on

your face.

Oh, you'll see it Christmas morning.

Well, no, I won't. Didn't your mother
tell you? Tell me...

Well, she and I are leaving for San
Francisco in the morning. It'll give her

chance to visit her sister, and I have
some business to transect her.

But it's Christmas.

Well, it's not as if I'm asking you to
do my work for me.

And besides, you'll have a perfectly
splendid Christmas right here, like you

last year with your Aunt Elizabeth and,
oh, and with James.

Right, James?

Well, sir, I do feel it.

Now, my boy, open your gift. I think
this is going to be your favorite

yet. Yes, sir.

Whatever you say.

Well, son, I really put a lot of thought
into that gift.

Money?

Oh, I knew you'd be thrilled.

Twelve $100 bills.

One for each of the 12 days of
Christmas.

But you gave me money last year. Oh,
yes.

And think of the wonderful things you
bought with it.

That set of lobster bibs.

Oh, and the Jeanette McDonald Nelsonetti
coloring book.

And that beautiful silk ascot with the
matching socks of boards.

Oh, you know, Tommy, I really love your
taste.

I'm sorry, Father.

It's not that I'm not grateful.

But I was hoping this Christmas things
would be a little different.

Well, I'll say they're different. I only
gave you 600 last year.

Perhaps I should retire now.

Retire? Oh, my dear James, you're far
too young to retire.

It's a joke, James, a joke.

Oh, but of course it is, sir. A droll
witticism.

Very funny, sir, yes.

But to answer your question, don't go
anywhere. It's Christmas, and the boy

might want something else.

Tom? What?

Yeah, you know what I want?

I want to make a snowman.

Oh, that's a splendid idea.

Why, let's make a snowman.

James? Mm -hmm?

Go make my son a snowman.

A snowman, sir? Mm -hmm.

Another drillwitterism.

Very funny, sir. Yes. Ha -ha! Ha -ha
-ha!

It's not a joke, James.

The snowman, sir.

Yes, sir, right away.

But, Father, I want to make my own
snowman with you.

You can't be serious, Thomas. It's
freezing out there.

Oh, and, James, when you're finished,
call us because we'll view the snowman

from the window.

Yes, sir.

Um, James, what is that book for?

Uh, the book, sir?

Oh, this book, sir.

Um, for posture, sir.

I cannot tolerate a snowman that
slouches.

Be careful, that's a hundred proof.

Well, my boy, I just think that was a
swell idea about the snowman.

Now tell me, what else would you like to
do?

Oh, Tom, is something wrong?

Why don't you ever spend any time with
me?

Now, Tom, we've been all through that.

You know that I have to work very hard
to give you and your mother all the

things you deserve.

Besides, we do spend time together.

Remember last Sunday afternoon?

You had me read you the commodities
listings out of the newspaper.

And you're going to tell me that that
wasn't a swell time?

It wasn't fun.

We never have any fun.

Ah, my boy. Come over here. Sit down.

Now, I know why you're upset. It's
because your mother and I are spending

Christmas away from you.

It's not just this Christmas. Oh, but we
still have the rest of the year.

And besides, there'll be other
Christmases. We'll spend them together.

Now, wait a minute.

We still have tonight.

Tommy, my boy, whatever you'd like to do
tonight, we'll do.

Tonight is your night.

Really, Father?

Whatever you'd like to do.

All righty. We could set up my train
set.

Oh, absolutely.

We could put together my model plane.
Oh, consider it done.

Oh, but first, let's... Put the angel on
top of the tree. Oh, yes, let's. But

just a sec.

Bill! Edna! Oh, what a surprise!

Merry Christmas, darling.

Yeah, I hope we're not intruding. Oh,
no, there's no intrusion. Oh, come in.

We'll go into the drawing room.

Great! Oh, Gloria and I have the entire
evening.

So...

That was the last I saw of my father
that night.

And I, well, I spent another Christmas
all alone.

Wow.

Pretty unbelievable, huh?

You said it.

$1 ,200.

Oh,

that's a lot of bucks.

George, for some reason, I have the
feeling you're missing the point of my

story. No, I didn't. You said $1 ,200.

That's one $100 bill for every day of
Christmas. I knew that.

Listen, George.

No, how are you supposed to make me feel
sorry for you?

You were loaded.

You want to hear about tough
Christmases?

Listen to mine. Okay.

Now, see, my father never worked steady,
right?

Like around Christmas time.

So, Mr. Hollingsworth, I mean, I could
really use... that job.

You know, Christmas is right around the
corner and everything. I mean, I'd

really work hard for you.

Plus, I'd be able to get my boy a little
something for Christmas, you know.

Yeah, sure.

I'll be right here waiting for your
call. Thank you. Goodbye.

Hey,

Pop.

Hey, how you doing, son?

Great, but I gotta say, this is just the
beginning.

Someday, I'm gonna have a bunch of she
-shines then.

Maybe even one near you.

Say, Pop, you know, Christmas is just
way, though.

You know, I was just wondering. I know
you were just wondering.

You were just wondering if I was going
to buy you that bike, right?

Well, let me tell you something. I just
talked to this man about the job, and if

the job comes through, you've got the
bike. Just keep your fingers crossed,

okay? All right, Jamal! Get the ranch
room, I said, with the bill, the white

wall, and... Well, not that it matters.

Come on, sit down. Tell me about today.

Well, Dad...

working the choice of the right
location, it means we've got a shoe

You found a great corner, huh? And I put
in an honest day's work, too.

Ah.

Okay, George, here it is.

I put 10 guys in the mud for you today.

A penny a shoe. That means you owe me 20
cents.

Honest day's work, huh?

Hey, I was honest.

I can't help it if Larry's a crook.

All you want to just pay up. Okay, okay.

A penny a shoe like we did.

Knock off the income tax, the state tax,
and the thumb tax, and your debt comes

to six cents.

Six cents!

Larry, all you did was push people in
the mud. I mean, you don't exactly have

go to college for that.

Look, tomorrow's going to be an even
bigger day because I got a new plan.

What is it? I'm not going to tell you
now.

Just be here tomorrow at 10.

And bring your dog.

See you tomorrow, boss.

Boss.

You don't like the sound of that.

Boy, you better pick that coat up off
the floor. Are you crazy?

Don't you know dry cleaning is
expensive?

I said dry cleaning is expensive, and
don't you ever forget it.

I won't, Dad.

I'll never forget.

So where's Mom?

Working. Got that part -time job over at
Macy's wrapping Christmas presents.

Oh, yeah, I should have known.

The electricity's back on.

And the heat is on, too. We might starve
this Christmas, but at least we'd be

comfortable.

I don't think that's very funny, Pop.

Come on, son. Relax. It's Christmas.

Smile. Hey.

You want to see what I'm going to get
mine for Christmas?

What's that? A piece of paper?

It's not a piece of paper, Dad. It's
what I wrote on it. Oh, yeah? And what

you write?

It's an IOU. I can't afford to buy
anything right now, but those are things

going to buy someday.

Oh, okay.

Let's see. Number one. Fur coat, classy
apartment, a trip to any place in the

world you want to go, even if it's by
cab.

What, you got a dream about being rich
or something?

It's not a dream, Pop. It's gonna
happen.

I know it. In fact, if you ain't getting
that job this afternoon, I tell you,

you can work for me anytime.

Get the door, will you, Pop?

Hey, wait a minute. I'm not working for
you yet.

Boy, I tell you, that's what you get for
trying to be the best son in the world.

Jefferson? Yeah?

I think he means me, George. Come on in,
Coleman.

That's Mr.

Coleman. Let's make this quick. I got a
bill in the run. Well, that's why I

called you up here. Look here, Coleman.

Now, I got a window in the bedroom that
needs fixing, the ceiling leaks, and the

drain pipes drip.

When are you going to fix these things?
You know the rule, no rent, no service.

That works both ways, you know. What you
talking about, Jefferson?

I mean, I've been holding back my renter
till you fix some of these things that

need fixing around here. You can't do
that, because that's against the law.

yeah, the law, huh?

Okay, have you ever read Section 7,
Article 2 of the New York Housing Code?

I will quote.

No rent will be paid by a tenant until
all repairs have been made.

And in extreme cases, the landlord,
which is you, Coleman, will go to jail.

Jail? Section 7, Article 2. I ain't
never heard of that.

Oh, yeah? Well, I'm sure the cops will
be willing to explain it to you.

Jail, huh?

Well, seeing as how it's Christmas, I
guess I could send somebody around here

the morning.

Good. Right. Well, I'll see you in the
morning. Yeah, well, don't make it no

later. I hate to think you're spending
the holidays in jail.

Wow. I didn't know you knew anything
about the city code.

I don't, son, but neither does he.

He sure was scared of you. Look, I
wasn't trying to scare you. Let me

something to you. See, sometimes in
life, when you get big, you know, to

point, you got to talk big.

Remember that, okay?

I got it, Dad.

Good.

Hey, but after he fixes everything, you
still gonna have to pay the rent.

Well, look, you always got to pay the
rent.

But I'm telling you, when I pay the
rent, I'll still have enough money left

maybe to get that little, uh, what is
it, red bike somebody I know wanted?

Oh, Pop.

All right.

You do mean my bicycle, don't you? Well,
I sure don't want no bike. Hey, hey,

over here.

That might be him. Shh, quiet.

Hello? Oh, it's Mr. Harnsworth.

Yes, Mr. Harnsworth.

What?

You're not?

Oh, younger man?

Hmm.

Oh.

Uh, sir, yes, sir. Any other positions
available?

Oh, uh -huh.

Oh, sure, sure. You know, I understand.

Uh -huh.

Uh, good.

Merry Christmas to you, too.

Who cares?

This way we can be sure to be together
on Christmas.

And about my bike?

Well, I'll take an R .U. on it.

So what do you think about that, Willis?

Boy, were you lucky.

Lucky? You didn't hear a word I said? I
said my old man didn't have a steady

job.

Well, I didn't say he was lucky, but at
least he was with you.

You were together.

Now that's the most important thing.

Oh, what do you know about anything, Mr.
Have -Your -Butler -Build -A -Snowman

-For -You?

And what do you know about being alone?

Believe me, it hurts.

Yeah, but you're not alone now.

We got a nice family.

Good job.

The wife is crazy about you.

I don't know why, but she is.

Well, one thing for sure, you're not
broke anymore.

That's right. I'm rich, and I love it!

And that I .O .U. you gave your mother,
well, you paid that back in full.

That's right.

You know, maybe we've been thinking
about too many of the things that we

have.

Maybe we should think about some of the
things we do have.

Yeah.

Well, like our good wives, good homes.

Good family.

Good friends.

Merry Christmas, George.

Merry Christmas, Willis.

Bye,

Mr. Bentley. Good night.

Oh, well, would you ladies care for some
hot chocolate?

Oh, yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

Well,

would you look at that?

While we were out spreading good cheer,
they just sat here getting zonked.

Yeah, let's face it, Helen.

I'm afraid these two will never know the
real meaning of Christmas.

Thank you.