All language subtitles for The Jeffersons s11e24 Red Robins

Well, we're moving on up, moving on up,
to the...

Your Red Robin's uniform and your Red
Robin candies.

Now show us your Red Robin smile.

Oh, good.

Now, try out your Red Robin sales pitch
on me.

But you always buy my candies.

Well, pretend I'm Mrs. Jones, your
customer, okay? Now knock on my door.

Come in.

Hello, Grandma.

No, the name is Jones.

Now try again.

Come in.

Hello, Grandma Jones.

No, I'm Mrs. Jones. Oh, Helen, what does
it matter?

Florence, come over here and be Mrs.
Jones.

Child, I'll be happy to go anywhere and
be Mrs. Anybody.

Jessica's practicing her sales pitch. Go
ahead, dear.

Hello, Mrs. Jones.

Now, don't forget your last name and
what flock you're from.

Hello, I... And don't forget to tell her
about your Coco Doodle Doons and your

mini Nana Mints.

Hello, I'm Jessica. And that your flock
will win a trip to Rochester for the Red

Robins Jamboree if they sell 15 cases.

Hello, I'm Jessica. And don't forget to
end with a cheery, have a nice day.

Have a nice day.

Is she a salesman or what?

She can't miss unless you two decide to
go with her.

Florence, will you get that?

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Jefferson, but this
Red Red Robin's going bob -bob -bobbing

along.

Oh, hi, Tom. Come in. Hi, everybody. Hi,
darling. Hi, Grandpa.

Hi, sweetheart.

How's the sales campaign coming?

Are you kidding?

She's a natural.

She's going to make me the proudest next
mother ever.

Do you want to buy some candy? I'll take
12 boxes.

Am I a salesman or what?

What flavor?

Oh, it doesn't matter. They'll all end
up the same place.

You know, Jessica, it was an
organization just like the Red Robins

me the values of, oh, camaraderie,
honor, and compassion for my fellow man.

Oh, you were in the Cub Scouts?

No. The young yachtsman.

Oh, those were the days racing with the
wind, the spray of the ocean on your

face. Everything would have been just
perfect if I could have just gotten that

darn knot right.

Oh, well, those nautical knots are
tough.

I meant the knot in my ascot.

I just couldn't seem to get it. All the
other fellows chided me unmercifully,

calling me horrible names like Inept.

But I suffered through.

And you know, Jessica, I do miss my
blazer.

Please, please.

Hey, you're all here. This is perfect.
Guess who's coming over?

Cap Scanlon.

Who is Cap Scanlon? Who's Cap Scanlon?
You might as well ask me who's Irv

Ribner.

I'll bite. Who's Irv Ribner?

Irv Ribner is the Cap Scanlon of the
West Coast.

Who is Cap Scanlon?

Only the director of the North American
Dry Cleaners Foundation.

Oh, that Cap Scanlon.

Silly me.

Yeah, I ran into him up on 63rd Street.
He's in town visiting his mother. She

lives in the building next door, so I
invited him over.

Oh, goody. Yeah, this is a big deal for
me. I'm glad you two are here to take

part in it. Oh, well, what can we do?
Get out.

George.

Well, I never. Come on, Helen. We don't
have to stay here and take this abuse.

Right, Jessica?

Right.

Maybe I can sell them some more chances.

Is that a salesman or what?

Okay, why is this such a big deal?
Because I'm one of the four finalists of

North American Dry Cleaning Man of the
Year Awards. I must have mentioned that

time or two.

Or 12.

Well, anyway, who do you suppose decides
who the winner is?

Let me guess.

Time's up.

Cap's scamming.

And he'll be here any second. Hey, you
don't have time to have your hair done,

huh?

It's really not necessary, George,
because I have no intention of staying

and watching you grovel over some award.

Now, when have you seen me grovel?

Look, when I flatter somebody, it's so
subtle and natural, they don't even know

I'm doing it.

Hey, Cap, you look fantastic.

No. Where?

Turn around.

No.

How you doing?

I'm busier than a flea at a dog show.

This the wife?

Yeah. Hi, babe.

Nice to meet you, too.

She's the one that showed me that
article you wrote. You know, the one

said, now you can laugh at Barry
Staines?

I did.

Come on, Weez, don't be modest. Remember
you said it was brilliant? Yeah, I'd

stunk up a lot of shirts sweating out
the angle on that one.

I mean, berry stains. What can you say
about them that's fresh and original?

Then it hit me.

Right from the viewpoint of the stain.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to
continue this conversation from the

viewpoint of the bedroom.

Great tan on her.

Well, if there's two things I know, it's
women and how much I want to win that

dry cleaner of the year award.

So, Jefferson, what's on your mind?

Well, I just wanted to ask about that
dry cleaner of the year award.

Well, I won it twice, 74 and 75
consecutively. You should have won in 76

That's right. I mean, there's nothing
like taking your kid to see your name on

plaque at the dry cleaners hall of fame.
And, uh, I don't know where it is now.

They lost their lease.

Well, I gotta get one. What are my
chances?

I'd say it was a lock except for old
lady Cunningham from Cunningham

Her? She makes my blood curdle. I like
her. Curdle with affection, you know?

Well, you two are pretty evenly matched
up in everything except for community

service. What's wrong with my community
service?

You haven't done any.

What are you talking about?

I got give a hoot don't lose stickers on
all my vans. Come on, Jefferson.

Cunningham's got a mitts into every
youth group from the Cub Scouts to the

future dry cleaners. I mean, you'd
actually think she likes kids.

Look, maybe I can persuade you over
lunch to see my point of view.

What can I serve you? Filet mignon?

Veal shank?

A thousand bucks?

Forget the brides, you know.

I mean, you got two weeks left.

Go out, find some worthwhile
organization.

Help some kids. Show us you're a decent
human being like the rest of us dry

cleaners.

Where are you going? Can't you stick
around a while?

Uh -uh. No. I got tickets for XXX Nudie
Cutie.

Maybe you and the wife want to join me,
huh?

No, thanks. We already saw it.

Don't tell me how it ends.

Community service.

Community, sir. We'll copy him. Is he
gone yet? Yeah.

Good.

Now, would you make yourself scarce?

Jessica's Red Robin flock is due over
any second. Look, Weez, don't bother.

trying to think about... Wait, what'd
you say?

Jessica's Red Robin flock is kicking off
their annual candy drive.

And since I'm next, Mother, I've got to
get it organized.

Candy drive, huh?

Yes, and they're pretty excited.

If they reach their goal, they'll get
their picture in the paper and a free

to the Jamboree in Rochester.

Pictures in the paper?

Mm -hmm.

Ah, you know something?

You are a selfish, selfish woman.

What?

Look, we're supposed to be a team,
right?

First of all, you snuck off and had
Lionel all by yourself.

Now you want to snatch up the job of
being Jessica's nest mother.

What are you rambling about?

Why can't I be Jessica's nest mother?

What? I want to be the nest mother. I
was a boy scout. It can't be that much

difference.

Believe me, George, I don't think you
are ready for this.

Are you kidding? How hard could it be?

Now she tells me. Okay, now, what do you
guys want to do first? Collect the ten

bucks.

After the meeting.

If you're quiet.

Good.

Now, how do you get these meetings
started?

We sing our Red Robin song.

Okay, go ahead and start singing.

Okay.

Thank you.

Okay, now let's sing. And a one and a
two.

What should we do instead?

Willis, okay?

Right, now, let's get this meeting in
order.

Okay. We can't. Skipper's missing.

Where is Skipper?

In the bathroom.

When will she be out?

When she finishes eating the soap.

What?

Skipper, get out here.

Mm -hmm.

Palmolive. Go sit down.

Now, do we have everyone?

Everyone except Chrissy.

And where's Chrissy?

and Rochester.

You're supposed to say what?

Try one of...

with 10 boxes of candy. You came back
with 11. How did that happen? We got

hungry, so we stopped to buy some good
ones.

I can't believe you couldn't sell one
box of candy.

What did you say to the people?

When you buy these, my mom won't.

What kind of salesmanship is that?

You should be ashamed to call yourself
Red Robins.

attitude for somebody that wants a
jamboree. If it was me, I would stand up

and tell the whole wide world that I am
proud to be your nest mother.

And I'll be even prouder when we get rid
of all these candies.

But how, Grandpa?

People hate mini netting men.

Let me tell you the secret of good
salesmanship.

You're not selling candy.

You're selling charm and personality.

use that.

Oh, you mean like I should say I won't
go away until they buy some candy.

Well, look, I'm not going to tell you
what to say, but if it was my jamboree,

would sell me some candy because a good
salesman always knows the way, right?

I'm sure your fudgy nut doodars are
superb, but I'm not a candy man myself.

Now, if you should start selling
crumpets, let me know.

Goodbye.

Thanks for buying five boxes, sir. I
hope you get the one with the lucky $100

bill in it.

I have been visited by every robin in
your flock, and while I applaud your

persistence, I detest your candy.

Are you sure you don't want any candy?

I'm sure.

Goodbye.

I guess you're going to have to go to
the pound after all.

Oh, well, maybe I could use the box.

name of decency, I beg you.

Leave me!

Want to buy some candy?

Right? What do you mean?

Ah, nothing.

That's just something that's important
to us future dry cleaners of the year.

Well, you Red Robins look like you had a
hard day's work.

How about coming into the kitchen and
sharing some of that candy I bought from

you? Yeah!

Okay, how about coming in the kitchen
for some cottage cheese?

Yay!

Kids nowadays sure are different.

It's been the worst day of mine.

Look, I'm going to make you happy. We
sold all that candy. I know.

I've been badgered by everyone in this
building.

Oh, they liked it, huh?

Not exactly.

George, do you know what your little
Robins did to sell that candy?

Beats me, but I just told them to do
anything.

Oh, and they did anything and more.

I don't think poor Mr. Oliver will ever
find his toupee in the dumpster.

And Mrs.

DeVorkin is still picking the gum off
her cockapoo.

It's a small price to pay to be named
dry cleaner of the year, Weez.

Wait a minute.

I thought when you took over the flock,
you did it to help the little Robins.

Help them?

Except for Jessica, they're all a bunch
of little monsters.

But it'll sure look good on my resume
for community service.

So that's it.

George, if I thought you were doing this
for your stupid award, I would have

never turned the flock over to you. But
we were on the same wavelength. That's

why I didn't tell you.

I'm going to deal with you later.

Red Robins!

Girls,

I understand you've been selling some
candy.

Yes, but the difference between you and
Hershey's, they behave themselves.

Uh -oh.

Uh -oh is right.

Chrissy, Melissa, Skipper, now,

I would like the three of you to recite
the Red Robin motto.

A Red Robin is as good as gold.

to neighbors and friends.

And true is the beat, beat, beat of her
heart.

Have we been that today, Red Robins?

No.

Do you really think you deserve to go to
that jamboree?

No.

But, Grandma, I didn't do anything
wrong.

Well, you went along with him, and that
was just as bad.

Now, we won't have any complaining.

There'll be another jamboree next year,
and maybe you can go to that honestly.

Well, Red Robbins, I guess you better
get back to your cottage cheese.

You were pretty hard on them, don't you
think, Weas?

Not as hard as I'm going to be on you.

Do you know you cost those girls a trip
to Rochester?

Oh, it's lousy this time of year anyway.

Besides, I'm still going to be dry
cleaner of the year.

Hey, Cap, you lost more weight. If you
lose any more, there won't be anything

you left.

Jefferson. Hey, I was just about to call
you. Remember when you were here before

and you mentioned something about this
community service thing? Yeah, I know

about your community service.

Hey, good news travels fast, huh? Yeah,
bad news travels faster. Get me out of

these.