All language subtitles for The Jeffersons s11e21 The Truth Hurts

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

I was working on at art class.

Great, Weas. I know following the
numbers ain't easy.

Oh, come on. This is an original.

Oh, you made up your own numbers, huh?

You know something?

I never thought I was talented at
anything until now.

You know, those art classes really have
made me feel worthwhile.

I know what you mean, Weas. 20 years
ago, if somebody hadn't discovered

food, I don't know where I'd be today.

Not only am I ready, let me see it.

I call it Wild

Mustangs at Play.

What do you think?

Pretty wild already.

Pretty orange, too.

I knew you would love it. Now tell me,
do you think I've captured... the

realism of the scene. I mean, do you
actually feel like you are right there

the feel with those Mustangs?

Believe me, Weez, ever since you showed
it to me, I've been watching where I

step.

George, you flatter me.

Hey, I'm going in to look, see if I can
find a place to hang it in the bedroom.

Good idea.

When I'm in there, I used to have my
eyes closed.

Everywhere I look.

George, you're home.

Unfortunately, you're not. So what's up?

Well, I don't know why, but we thought
it might be a good idea to take in the

Museum of Natural History with you and
Louise today.

Yes, they're having a special
prehistoric exhibition.

I don't have to go to a museum for that.
I got Florence right here.

Besides, I have a problem.

You think you've got a problem?

Look at this.

That's my problem.

Oh, my God, George, what is it?

It's Weezy's painting.

Oh, well, what happened to it?

She painted it.

She calls it Wild Mustangs at Play.

Well, in that case... Wait, wait, wait.

Just one question.

How did she get these little orange rats
to stand still and pose for?

They're not rats. They're horses.

Rat -like horses.

What's all

the

laughing about?

Oh, I was just telling that joke about
the nun and the water skier.

Well, tell me. I haven't heard it. Oh,
it's only funny to people who have heard

it.

Have you two seen my painting?

Why, no. Where is it?

Right there.

Oh, why, Louise.

Oh, you've really outdone yourself this
time.

It's so, uh, it's so, uh, uh, Helen,
what is that word I'm reaching for?

I'm late.

The word is late, which is what we are
right now.

Oh, we're on our way to the museum.

Oh, do you have to run? The museum is
open all day.

Yes, but those dinosaurs aren't getting
any younger.

Oh, hi, Charlie.

Mr. Rose.

Bye, Charlie.

Hope you brought your shovel.

Hey, Charlie, come on in.

Oh, hi, Charlie.

Hey, Mr. Jefferson.

Mr. Jefferson.

I thought I'd just drop these olives by
for that new casserole that Florence is

trying out. Five pounds?

Well, not to worry. They freeze.

The ugliest thing I've ever seen.

Now, I could talk about Florence that
way, but you are guests in this house.

as a guest, I think you should come over
here and take a look at this painting

of Wheezy's, okay?

And I think she'd feel real bad if
somebody was to say that it wasn't the

thing in the world.

So, Mrs.

Jefferson, you did this.

Oh, yes.

Well, this is really something.

Oh, you really think so? Oh, yeah, yeah.
You know, the wife drags me all over

town to museums, and I can tell you I've
never seen anything quite like this.

Well, Charlie, if you like, I could
paint you something to hang down in the

Oh, no, no.

No, I couldn't possibly ask you to do
that, Mrs. Jefferson.

You see, what I mean is I'm allergic.

I'm allergic to great art. Why, one look
at the Mona Lisa and I get a post

-nasal drip.

Oh, Charlie, I didn't know.

Oh, yeah.

As a matter of fact, I feel like
allergies acting up just standing here

your painting.

Would you excuse me? I got to run
downstairs and pick up my inhaler.

Poor Charlie.

Yeah, we all have our crosses to bear.

I'm sleepy. I'm going to take a nap.

Tired already?

Hey, we with a talent like yours can
wear a guy out.

Don't you like it?

Miss Jefferson, my mama always told me
if you can't say nothing good, don't say

nothing at all.

Well, you could be honest with me. I'm
not one of those temperamental artis.

Okay. I don't like it.

Well, what do you know about art?

Nothing. It could be the greatest
painting in the world.

I just don't happen to like it.

Well, everybody else liked it.

Everybody? Yes, everybody.

Well, what I wouldn't give to have an
optometry shop in this building.

Florence, what a thing to say.

Oh, Miss Jefferson, can't you take a
joke?

There's such a thing as joking and such
a thing as hurting feelings.

Well, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt
your feelings.

I just don't happen to like the
painting, that's all.

That's it.

Rub it in.

I'm not rubbing it in. I'm just giving
you my opinion.

On a subject you know absolutely nothing
about.

Now, look. You're the one who wanted to
know what I liked, right?

Well, I don't like them orange rodents.

Those are not orange rodents. They are
wild...

look like used Buicks.

Orange Buicks.

Oh, what's the use? If you had any sense
of culture... Who are you calling

uncultured?

A certain woman whose idea of
sophistication is going to a roller

Well, that's a lot of nerve from a
certain woman who don't know the

between a horse and a hamster.

Florence?

I think you should take your mother's
advice and zip your lip.

Oh, you want me to zip my lip?

I'll zip it. But I have one more thing
to say.

Oh, yeah!

You're probably wondering why I gathered
you all here.

Well, I have a...

Mr. Jefferson, would you like a green
salad for dinner?

Florence, can't you see I'm talking?

Mr. Jefferson, you might mention to your
wife that I can see perfectly well.

That is the problem.

Now, about your salad.

Uh, yeah, sounds good.

I just wanted to be sure you wanted a
green salad.

You see, I get confused in a world where
horses are orange.

Doesn't envy make a person ugly?

Please be fair. Nature has something to
do with it, too.

Anyway, as I was trying to say, I've
decided to have a showing

of my work.

At Charlie's Bar.

Oh,

Louise.

A showing so soon?

Yes, you don't want to do Charlie's Bar
before a European tour.

Oh, now, Tom, I know you love my work.

But let's be realistic.

I'm a good...

Six months from being ready for Europe.

I've booked Charlie's for Wednesday
afternoon.

Wednesday? Don't you think that's kind
of soon? I mean, you only got one

painting to your name.

Yes, you need at least a dozen.

Well, I've got four whole days.

I think we'd better talk.

Oh, later, George.

I don't have much time. I'd better get
to work. Can I borrow your bowling ball?

My bowling ball for what? I'd like to
paint it.

A study in roundness.

This is awful.

What are we going to do?

Well, I know what we better do.

One of us better tell her the truth. I
agree, and I think it should be you.

You're her husband, after all.

But isn't that a little obvious, Willis?

Well, yes, I guess so. Well, I guess
that just leaves you, Helen.

Me?

I'm her best friend. I can't tell her
the truth.

Besides, what about you?

Oh, I'm tired of being the bearer of bad
news. I was the one that told her about

Ann Lander's divorce.

Well, look, somebody's got to stop her.

Hey, wait a minute. Maybe we don't have
to stop her.

Oh, sure, Will. It's easy for you to
say. Your wife knows she has no talent.

Let's just hear the plan.

Now, listen, George.

What if we invited an art critic to
Louisa's showing? He could tell her that

work shows promise, but she's not quite
ready for public viewing.

Brilliant, Willis. You know any blind
art critics?

Listen, George, I think you're missing
the point. I'm not suggesting we hire a

real art critic.

I'm saying that we hire some guy to pose
as an art critic.

Oh, now I get you. You mean bringing
somebody like Will Hicks.

Will Hicks, exactly.

Who's Will Hicks?

He's the manager of my Bronx store.
He'll do anything for money.

For 50 bucks, he had his pants pressed
while he was still in them.

Now that's an art critic.

Mr.

Jefferson. Hey there, Will. You got
here.

Weezy's not here yet. Hey, see you one
time. Nice touch.

Yeah, I got it out of the lost and
found.

We don't have a lost and found.

We do now.

So you know what you're going to do,
right? Yeah.

Think you can handle it? No problem.

Look, I want you to make her believe
that you know all about art. Hey, when

hired me, I made you believe I knew all
about dry cleaning.

Right on.

I'll let you know what she gets here.

Hey, Charlie, I just want to say thanks
for closing up the bar this afternoon.

Oh, no problem, Mr. Jefferson. I know
how much this show means to Mrs.

Jefferson. I mean, it's her hopes, it's
her dreams, it's her aspirations.

Besides, I wouldn't want any of my
regular seeing this schlock.

You know, Helen, this is the first time
I've ever been somewhere where the goat

cheese was the second ugliest thing in
the room.

A bowling ball.

A still life.

Can you believe it? No.

Who would put a bowling ball in a fruit
basket?

Oh, there's Louise now.

She looks so excited.

I hope this whole thing works out.

Oh, yes. I do, too.

But if it doesn't, try the mustard sauce
on these little chicken nuggets.

They're scrumptious.

Hey, Louise.

Yo, Will. Will?

Uh, Louise, I'd like for you to meet
Will Hicks, the famous art critic.

Art critic? Oh, I'm so happy you could
be here.

Yeah, Will is just returning from a trip
to the Orient.

Yes, there's so much art there yet to be
criticized.

How wonderful.

Uh, Mr. Hicks, how did you hear about my
showing?

Uh, you heard of my fellow critic,
Kellum DeForest?

No, I haven't. He don't.

Well, Mr. Higgs, I'd be honored to hear
what you would have to say about my

masterpiece.

I think it's time to introduce me.
Right. Ladies and gentlemen, Louise.

Thank you. Thank you.

And now for the moment you all have been
waiting for. my

masterpiece.

I give you Wild...

critic Will Hicks loved my painting.

What color.

What depth.

What nerve.

Oh, Mr.

Emmett, you made it. Your office told me
you were attending another opening.

I was, but you see, it was canceled. The
artist wanted to finish one work in

progress, so he postponed his showing
for a year.

A year?

What's he painting, his house?

I've just unveiled my masterpiece, and
you've just got to see it. It would be

pleasure, Mrs. Jefferson.

Hey, who's this guy?

Oh, I'm sorry.

George, this is Mr.

Whitney Emmett, another famous critic.

He was the lecturer in one of our
classes.

Oh, nice of you to come.

But we already have an art critic, and
he's wearing a tie.

My husband has quite a sense of humor.

I tell you what.

You enjoy the exhibit while I go get you
a glass of wine.

Hey, boss.

I didn't realize I was going to have
competition.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to charge
you extra. Hey.

We made a deal.

Okay, have it your way.

I'll just talk to your wife.

Hold it.

Okay.

Here's another 20 bucks, okay?

Now, you better make her believe that
you like all of her junk.

Uh, George, what's going on? Here?

Look, this is not what you think.

Uh, that's cab fare. See, uh, old Will
lives 20 bucks away.

Yeah, a lot of us are critics, too.

See ya.

George, you felt you had to bribe
someone?

Ease don't feel bad.

What are you talking about? What do I
have to feel bad about?

Well, your pictures.

Well, how can I put this nicely?

I can't.

You mean you don't like them?

No, Ease.

You never did?

No, Ease.

Well, the Willises?

Nope.

Charlie?

Just like Florence, you know nothing.

Well, if you don't mind, I'll take my
criticism from somebody who knows

something about art.

Mr. Emmett!

Just one moment.

I'm awestruck.

Awestruck?

As in struck by awe?

Quite frankly, I've just never seen such
beautiful work.

I mean the detail, the style.

What do you say to $500?

$500? I'm sorry, I insulted you. $700?

Well, I think I was pretty polite that
time.

Did you hear that?

Mr. Emmett, normally I wouldn't let it
go at such a low price. But for you...

Thank you, thank you, Mrs. Jefferson.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd, uh... I'd
like to take it with me right now.

Thank you. Would you hold this, please?

Oh, sure.

This frame is an

exquisite example.

It's just an exquisite example of 19th
century hand -carved craftsmanship. You

see, it's solid oak.

Oh, thank you so much.

Oh, oh, and you can take this, whatever.
This, I don't need this.

Please.

You didn't by any chance hand -carve
that frame, did you?

I made a complete fool of myself, didn't
I?

Oh, don't be sad.

Sad? I'm furious.

Not one of you tried to stop me. Not one
of you.

Courage to be honest with me, to tell me
the truth.

You're wrong, Weas. One of us did.

Oh, my God.

Florence!

Uh, no, Florence, wait.

Miss Jefferson, if you're going to say
some more nasty things to me, I'd just

soon put a couple of rooms between us.
I'm not going to say anything nasty.

What I came to say is I'm sorry.

Well... I'll stick around for that.

And I also want to say thank you.

Thank you?

For what?

For being the only one with courage
enough to be honest with me.

Let's face it.

My paintings... Well, they are more
like...

They... Pink.

Well, not after the paint dries.

Mr.

Jefferson, tell you what. You've been
such a good sport.

Go ahead, take a shot at me.

What? No, I couldn't do that.

Oh, go ahead.

Criticize anything. I can take it.

You'll feel better.

Oh, I don't know.

Come on, I mean it.

Well, okay.

Those earrings you're wearing, what's
the word?

They're hideous.

Where in the world did you get them?

Out of your jewelry box.