All language subtitles for The Jeffersons s10e16 My Guy George

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

and your paper, and I'll take your coat.

Boy, oh, boy.

That dry cleaning sure is a tough
business, Weezy. You know, I should have

picked another occupation.

Pediatrician or something.

Oh, what happened?

Tell Mommy all about it.

What is this?

Florence, will you let me do something
for my husband?

Oh, sure. Hang up his coat.

Now, you just come right over here to
the sofa and let me put these slippers

those cute little feet.

Look, what's going on here?

She's after something.

What is it? I know, a raise, right?

A raise?

Why, whatever for?

You're already generous to a fault.

Well, if it's not a raise, what is it
then?

Oh, oh, I got it. A day off, right?

A day off. And spend one less day around
the most generous, the most wonderful,

the sweetest man who ever walked the
face of the earth.

Okay, Florence, we both know you're
right.

But you never admitted it before.

Now, what is it?

Mr. Jefferson, can't you just let me be
sweet and efficient and leave it at

that?

Uh -huh, there it is.

Oh, no, that could be anybody.

It doesn't have to be the four girls
from my choir that are starting their

nightclub act that I want you to manage.

But it is.

Talk about your coincidences.

Now, don't worry. You just come right
over here. These girls are so sweet and

they love each other so much that you
won't be able to help but love them

yourself.

I've never seen a family so close. Girl,
I don't want to be your sister anymore

anyway. Don't look like you won't look
good on stage in a green dress. I look

good in anything, honey.

Hold it. What about me? Don't I have an
opinion?

No. None of this is going to matter
unless we get ourselves together.

Mr. Jefferson.

What color dresses should we wear?

I don't know you.

I'm sorry. Um, meet Kathy, Joni, Debbie,
and Kim. Hi.

Now, what color dress should they wear?

Is this not a joke? So, you're a singing
group?

Yes. Well, what do you girls call
yourselves?

Well, actually,

that was going to be our second
question. Yeah, Mr. Jefferson, what

call ourselves?

History.

History.

Can I speak to you for a minute? Come
here.

What have you gotten me into now?

Well, it just seemed like a natural, Mr.
Jefferson.

The girls need somebody in their corner
who can help them.

Somebody who knows other big shots, you
know. Why me? Don't you know any

important people?

You're about as close as I could come.

Well, forget it, Florence.

Oh, Mr. Jefferson, have a heart.

This is their one big chance to make
something of themselves.

Now, what would you rather do? Put
labels on baked beans at a factory or

a nightclub and make people happy?

Baked beans make people happy, too, you
know.

Look, girls.

Oh, good. Mr. Jefferson, we wanted to
apologize to you. Yeah, we're sorry we

bothered you by asking you to give us a
name. Right, I mean, how could we expect

you to do that, right, when we haven't
even told you our image yet?

So tell us, what's our image?

If you don't want me to say something
cruel, you better get me out of this.

But what should I say?

Why don't you just tell them you can't
do it? Oh, come on, Weezy. They've seen

me now.

They know there's nothing I can't do.

Look, just tell them I'm busy. I don't
have time. That's all. I don't have

Look, girl, tell me a little bit about
yourself.

Oh, well, we were born... Great!

Oh, Weezy. Do you want to tell the girls
something?

Oh, well, you see...

You have to understand, George is a very
busy man.

Yeah.

And after a long day at work... Miss
Jefferson.

Now, that's pretty low.

After Mr. Jefferson was willing to help
the girls, the least you could do is

listen to him sing. Oh, yeah. That would
be a good way to get to know us. Yeah,

but what if he doesn't like us? Oh, come
on. He'll like us. He hasn't heard us

sing yet.

And to make sure you like us, Mr.

Jefferson... We prepared some special
lyrics all about you. Oh, well, that's

very sweet.

But when you're as busy as Joyce...
Lyrics about me? Yes.

Lizzie, why don't you give people a
chance?

I mean, really.

Mr. Jefferson, why don't you just sit
right here, okay? And we'll take care of

the rest. Hit it, girls.

Mr. Jefferson, that's what we told
Florence, but she said there's nothing

can't do. Yeah, that's right. She said
if you can make a success out of

yourself, then you can do it for
anybody.

Did you say that, Florence?

Thank you, but still.

Mr. Jefferson, listen, we're not asking
for any guarantees or anything. Yeah,

just a shot. Look, Mr. Jefferson, we've
all got jobs now, and believe me, we're

grateful to have them because a lot of
people don't. But we have a dream. Yeah,

and it ain't a work in no bean factory.

We want a thing.

And look, if we fail, then it's okay.

Because all we want is a chance.

Look, we just don't want to be 50 and
look back on a bunch of could'ves and

should'ves. You got that right. We want
to at least be able to say that we

tried, you know? I guess what we're
asking you is, please?

Wheezy.

George. Put yourself in their shoes.

Remember when I first met you and the
way you used to look at grass stains and

dreams?

Yeah, I know.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

I can't promise you much, but I can
promise one thing. I will get you a gig

club.

So, I guess that just says that I'm your
manager.

Jefferson!

Now, that was a pretty big promise.

Now, are you sure you can arrange it?
Well, you heard what the song said.

Ain't a man today who can clean lingerie
like that guy.

But what's that got to do with anything?

Nothing. I just like that verse.

Okay, now, ladies, okay, we got
everything straight now.

I'll call you either tonight or the
first thing in the morning. Now, I want

to go home.

Keep your tassels warm, because tomorrow
we're going to do it. All right, all

right. Oh, thanks, Mr. Jefferson. Oh,
damn.

Oh, George, give yourself a chance.

This is all new to you.

But that doesn't mean that you're not
going to come through.

Now, remember when you started the
cleaners, you didn't know anything

But look at you now.

You're the master of your craft.

You're right about that, Weasley. When
it comes to dry cleaning, there ain't a

man today that's better than George
Jefferson.

Mr. J, my pants and I would like to talk
to you about your concept of medium

starch.

Go on in, Bentley. I got a problem here.

Oh, you mean you sent something to your
dry cleaners, too?

Oh, they never mess up my stuff.

Hi, Mr. J.

Oh, Mr. Bentley. Look, Bentley, I got a
real problem here. I need your help. I

promised the singing group that I'd get
them a gig in a club, but the problem is

I don't know any clubs.

Uh, Mr. Bentley, you're single.

You must go to bars.

Ah, indeed I do, Mrs. J, night after
lonely night.

Yes, I visit those dens of depravity and
depression, desperate people trying too

hard, meaningless conversations going
nowhere, ending nowhere, night after

lonely, empty, miserable night.

Unless, of course, I get lucky.

Look, Bentley, you can discuss your
personal problems with yourself.

Now, do any of these clubs have live
music? Well, as a matter of fact, some

them do have live music. Of course, I
don't know that many clubs.

Well, I don't care. Just make me up a
list. I'll tell you what.

You do the best you can, and I just
might redo Pantsy Yours Again for half

price.

I won't make any promises, Mr. J., but
I'll rack my brain and see if I can come

up with one or two.

So you say you have an opening in two
weeks?

Great. Yeah, we'd be glad to drive to
New Jersey.

What?

$500? Look, don't you think that
figure's an insult?

I mean, these chicks are beautiful and
talented.

What?

Take it or leave it?

Okay. I'll pay you the $500 if you let
me see it. Okay.

Okay, bye. Hey, Weez, I got the girls to
gig.

Well, this is it. Here we are.

Oh, isn't it exciting? I can't believe
it. Are you nervous, girls?

You know, I thought I would be, but
actually, I'm feeling pretty good.

Well, I just want to say good luck.

Oh, thank you. I know this is going to
be the start of something really big.

Oh, this is just great.

Tonight, Ruby's. Next week, Las Vegas.
Las Vegas?

You really think we're big enough for
Las Vegas?

Oh, well, maybe someday, but I meant me.

I'm going to a publishing convention
there next Thursday.

All right, girls, now, you know this is
your big chance, right?

Now, okay, your style is rhythm and
blues and soul, okay? That's right.

what these people came to see, and
that's what you're going to give them,

Let's go in there and turn it out.

I think you should start with, I'm proud
to be an Okie from Muskogee.

Whoa, whoa, hold it right there, all you
little partners.

Now, what are you all doing in my club?

Your club?

Oh, you must be Ruby.

That's right, and you must be crazy.

That's right, crazy about this act.

Uh, we talked on the phone. I'm George
Jefferson.

You're you?

Yep, I'm me.

Come here, George.

You never told me you was one of them,
uh, black.

Well, you never told me you weren't.

So now we know. Anyway, this is the
satin stitcher.

Hi. Hi.

This ain't gonna work, George.

What are you talking about?

Music is music. There ain't no black and
white in entertainment.

Music is universal.

Now, look, your customers will like the
girls. They can sing.

You'll see.

Yeah, I did promise them a show.

All right, we'll give it a try.

Great. Yeah, because, see, these old
boys ain't had a good brawl in two or

months, George.

Pete, put away them breakables there,
will you?

Okay, hey, you know what the owner just
said? He said your act is sure to tear

the house apart.

I don't know.

Don't worry, everybody.

Sure, they're a top audience, but
they're just people like you and me.

Uh, Helen, look.

What the?

Look, don't worry about it.

They're just having a costume party.
Great up on stage.

Mr.

Jefferson, I don't know.

Come on, Kim, I told you there's nothing
to worry about.

Oh, no, no, I'm not worried. I'm not
worried.

Good.

You know, I was thinking, it's really
not all that bad working in a bean

factory.

You're going to knock them dead.

Or vice versa.

Mr. Jefferson, look, I appreciate you
getting a job for the girls and

everything, but I'm worried.

Do you think this is safe? Look,
Florence, you've got nothing to worry

there's any trouble, I'll handle
everything, okay? Trust me.

You know something, partner?

No? Well, then look at her.

And she's wearing makeup.

Come on, y 'all, let's sit down. Right
over here.

Excuse me.

How are you? Excuse me.

Yes.

Are you sure we want to sit with our
backs to these people?

Now, Helen, this isn't so bad.

There's nobody really menacing near us.

Tom, he pushed my chair.

He did?

Hey, just a minute here.

Great table, isn't it?

Lucky for you, I'm not wearing my floor
shot.

Ladies and gentlemen, and it ain't my
fault.

This here is the satin system.

Go for it.

Just go for it.

that we're very happy to be here at
Ruby's tonight.

Yeah, well, why don't you make us happy
by getting off?

Listen, we promise to do our very best
for you this evening.

Forget your best.

Hey, cowboy, can I speak to you for a
minute in private?

I'd be glad to oblige. That way there
won't be so many witnesses.

Now, what is it you got to tell me?

Well, I just want to see how tough you
really are.

Fine, let's step outside.

No, no, no, that's too easy for you. I
said tough.

I want you to call those girls back up
on stage and let them sing.

Now, why would I do something like that?

Because if you don't, then I will step
outside with you.

Well, I ain't asking him back.

Let's go.

Wait.

You're willing to risk your face for
them girls?

I sure am.

You're really serious about this, ain't
you? Look, I promised these girls I'd

get them a job in a club, right? This is
their first time on stage, man.

If they fall now, they never have the
courage to go up again. You know how it

is. It's like riding a horse and falling
off.

You know how that is.

Well... I've never been on a horse.

Shh. But I guess that's what it's like.

Uh, folks!

Instead of me beating this little guy
here to a pulp, why don't we let the

ladies get up and, uh, sing again?

were telling me about.

This is your big chance. Go ahead and
sing.

Let your music speak for you.

None of that militant stuff.

Just as hate knows love's the cure, you
can rest your mind

ashore.

But I'll be loving you always.