All language subtitles for Butterflies s03e03 Pregnancy.eng

Love is like a butterfly, soft and
gentle as the sky. The

multicolored moods of love are like its
satin wings.

Love makes your heart feel strange
inside. It flutters like the winds in

Love is like a butterfly, a rare and
gentle thing.

Hard, isn't it?

No, it's fine.

I'm just waiting for my stomach to get
its crash helmet on.

The minute I switch that toaster on, I
can hear it laughing.

It's true. Not just the toaster, either.

All the things in that kitchen fall
about when they see me coming.

Have a happy day.

And you.

You look very important.

It's the briefcase.

It embellishes a man.

No, no, it's you.

It's your stance.

It's your poise.

It's your presence.

It's your dignity.

It's your briefcase.

Bye.

Bye.

I don't believe it. No one's blocking my
way. I can actually get out of the

drive.

Oh, amazing day.

You probably get to your surgery and
find that all your patient's fillings

dropped out.

I'll take it.

Who's phoning who at 8 .30 in the
morning?

Okay, okay, who's the joker?

Oh, hi, Ginny.

Yeah, sure, I'll get him for you.

It's okay, Mum, I'll take it up to Rush.

Okay, sunshine, come on.

Bright and breezy like the rest of it.

Genie.

Oh, great.

So who's listening?

Hi.

Yeah, sure. Okay.

Tonight. At seven.

Bye.

She's in a hurry.

I'm seeing her tonight. Oh, boy. Watch
out. It'll get to be horrific from now

on. Ah, the boy from the thousand
experiences.

No, not a thousand. One.

You only need to get caught in all that
love crap once.

She is sensational.

Look out for lack of concentration,
bouts of amnesia, and a spasmodic

of the left foot.

And the pillow hugging. And the pillow
hugging.

Right, you two. One each.

What's this for?

That, Russell, is a duster.

It's my day off.

And I'd like you each to remove the top
layer of dust from the dark corners of

your rooms so that Ruby will only be
faced with the other nine layers. Oh,

on, Mum. I don't know how to use one of
these.

Try, Adam.

Go in there and unravel one of life's
mysteries.

Well, this, I'm not even awake yet.

You look pale, Russell. What time did
you get in last night?

Late -ish. How late -ish?

Late -ish last night -ish, or early -ish
this morning -ish.

I see.

Well, if you want to live like the
family cat, Russell, it's up to you.

He doesn't have such a bad time.

No, he doesn't get bags under his eyes
either.

Yes, Mr Dunne?

Joyce, everything under control?

Yes, sir.

Don't forget to send off the Barrett
Company invoice, will you? Oh, yes,

I'm expecting Thomas, but no other
interruptions for half an hour, all

Will do.

Thank you.

Come in.

Ah, Thomas.

Macaulay be what they call alcoholic
telepathy.

Well, not for me, thank you, sir.

A chauffeur's job depends on how sober
he is and how drunk everybody else is.

Do you know what that is, Thomas?

A driving licence, sir.

Right. Sit down, man, sit down.

My driving licence, Thomas.

After a whole year of being carted
around like a baby in a pram, I'm now

to sit up front and bully and bitch
along with the rest of them.

Congratulations, sir. Thank you.

I've got this friend.

Nice chap, happily married, no hang
-ups, no vices.

Coming home from a stag party one night,
drove his car straight through the

village pond. I've recommended you.

All right. Very kind of you, sir. When
would you like me to leave?

Well, I'll fix you up with this other
fellow first.

Well, here's to you, Thomas.

No more delivering maintenance to my
wife. No more delivering notes to

else's wife. No more delivering advice
about either.

We've been through some funny times
together, haven't we, Thomas?

We have indeed, sir. Yes.

You have chauffeured me faithfully
through the silly season of my life.

But now it's all over.

Autumn comes, and with it the return of
good sense.

All over, sir?

Ria. She told me to go.

But then everybody tells me to go.

I seem to have the same nerve -wracking
effect on people as loud music.

If you will forgive the observation,
sir, your encounter with the lady could

never have been described as total.

Yes, it could, Thomas.

Total confusion, total frustration and a
total disaster.

Perhaps she snores.

Or takes up all the duvet.

I have heard of those who get into bed
wearing lanolin and pop socks.

Only one who wore a garter with a bell
on it.

Like making love in a budgie cage.

Where have they gone, those bright,
unsubtle days?

Oh, they haven't gone, sir.

We have.

Now, those of you who are watching this
for the afternoon will have baked a

light sponge bake like the one you see
here.

You will have made a fruit jelly in the
rainbow form using fresh fruits like the

one we have in here. Whip some cream,
put it into a cream bag.

Hold and cut some strawberries in half
and toast it some nuts.

Yeah, you're quite handsome really
aren't you?

Now let me show you a nice easy way of
unmolding a jelly. First of all you must

immerse the mould in lukewarm water.
Don't get it too hot otherwise the whole

thing will melt. Yes, done that. For a
few seconds take it out, wipe it clean.

Then put your sponge base centrally over
the jelly mould upside down like that.

The platter on which you're going to
serve it.

also upside down, feeling that it's
fairly central, then invert the whole

like that, and there you have a nice,
clean, moulded jelly.

It's going to be strawberries. I've cut
the strawberries in half, and I'm going

to put them all round here, using the
sponge base as a guide.

I can't find my sponge base.

Continue putting them round the edge. In
fact, you'll notice I'm using the

decolonations here.

Next, we'll fill the bag with whipped
cream.

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

back. Don't squeeze too hard. Just
press. It comes on nicely.

Work your way around the base, sir.

I keep telling you I've lost my base.

Oh, the cream's clotted.

Just see how I'm building up the
pattern.

Rosettes, swirls, anything you like. Oh,
shut up, you stupid man.

Settle to the flavor of the jelly of
May.

Jelly to spice.

Half

segments

of tangerine there.

And you'll see how they

Pure biscuits.

Down the edge there.

Homemade, not if you can be bothered to
make it, if not.

And you see there we have, in fact, a
fairly handsome -looking fruit jelly.

And that's all from me for today. I do
hope you've been able to follow what

been telling you.

Well, of course I've been able to follow
what you've been telling me.

That's why you've got a rainbow jelly.

I haven't got enough vices.

I don't smoke, I don't go to pubs.

I don't see him anymore.

I don't do anything.

Adam, why aren't you working?

I took the day off.

Oh, really, Adam? You must be the only
long -distance lorry driver who never

goes anywhere.

Funny day.

Funny day? What does that mean?

What is happening?

What have you done?

I'm getting married.

Yeah, that's about it.

He's getting married.

Genie? Yeah.

Can you afford it?

Such wonderful news with gruesome facts.

The important thing is, do you love her?
Are you happy?

Have you really thought about it?

Yes, I love her.

Yes, I'm happy, and yes, I've thought
about it.

Well, that's all that matters, then.

He missed something out.

What?

She's pregnant.

You mean, she's going to have... Have a
baby?

Yeah. We looked it up. That's what
pregnant means.

I know I'm supposed to say something
like congratulations.

Oh, how wonderful.

And I will, eventually.

In the meantime, just call him a burk.

Adam, that's not very compassionate.

Especially coming from someone who goes
around with spend the night with me

written on his T -shirt.

Spend the night? Yeah.

Not my whole life.

Perhaps you've learned that sometimes
when you do one, it leads to the other.

Only when you're a bird. Adam!

I'm sorry.

You're okay, sunshine.

You're coming down the disco later.

I'll see you then.

Rock -a -bye, babe.

Adam isn't impressed.

Dad isn't going to be pleased.

I need a friend, Mum.

We'll sort it out.

Jeannie's gone to her parents for a few
days.

I expect they're sorting it out as well.

I'll tell your father.

It's all right.

When it comes to big, important things,
your father's understanding.

Perhaps when Jeannie comes back, she'll
come and see us, and then her parents

and your father and I will... We'll talk
about what is best.

Oh, boy.

No, it'll be all right.

You're great, Mum.

Jeannie's father... Is he bigger than
your father?

Did you say?

Yes.

You told me that while you were casually
sitting there filing your nails.

Well, how else should I tell you?
Standing to attention, draped in a black

Oh, my God.

Oh, Ben, you're behaving like they do in
women's cheap magazines.

My sons do the kind of things they do in
women's cheap magazines.

How did it happen?

I mean, what circumstances?

Or was it our fault?

Was it in the back of a car or in the
garden shed because they had nowhere

to go?

And would it not have happened if they'd
been less rushed, less worried?

Oh, God, how am I expected to get those
two safely to manhood?

Russell wants to marry Jeannie.

Marry her?

I can't tell whether he wants to or
whether he feels he ought to.

All that science, all that research, all
those pills.

Adam doesn't seem to think he should.

Adam. Oh, I see. The expert on life.

Well, he has had more experience with
girls than Russell.

You mean he's had more sex?

Well, he's got that pale, used look.

That's because he always lounges himself
with some female dragon who leaps at

him and completely eliminates his
physical responsibilities.

If Adam ever procreates, he could quite
legitimately say he had nothing to do

with it.

Perhaps you could talk to Russell.

Nicely. Don't frighten him.

Why should I frighten him?

Well, you're so... You're so
respectable.

Even in your pyjamas.

I suppose it's difficult for our sons to
imagine that you do any of the normal

naughty things of life.

And, of course, they couldn't possibly
know that you're absolutely wonderful in

bed. We are discussing...

Russell's moments of triumph, not mine.

Anyway, I told him it would be all
right.

You're not even shocked, are you?

You're not disturbed. It's just life
today to you, isn't it?

A natural progression of this mindless,
ruthless, braless world we live in.

It's just that lately I've come to
realise that when two people... When

seem to understand.

I'll talk to him.

Not shout.

No, talk.

Nicely.

Nicely, yes.

I'll try to conjure up the kind of
affinity I have for my son when we're

faced with the prospect of your sponge
pudding.

What time is it, Thomas?

11 .27, sir.

What time is my appointment, did you
say?

Six o 'clock.

Good God, I've been aged.

Sorry, Thomas, keeping you all that
waiting.

Did the deal, though, didn't I?

Furthered the good name of my firm and
tucked up the bank balance.

Yet again, Thomas, yet again.

You have a remarkable gift, sir.

It appears to operate alone.

without the encumbrance of your brain or
its opinions.

You mean I can get pissed and still run
my business?

Oh, isn't it wonderful, Thomas, being
human, with

legs and arms and eyes and a voice?

Alone,

that means,

Thomas.

Alone with my legs.

and arms and eyes and voice.

Whereas you, my friend, you can go home
to your wife and your pool terrier.

Did I ever tell you my wife left me the
tortoise, Thomas?

Yes, indeed, sir.

Amazing things, tortoises.

Sort of alive, but dead.

Sorry for keeping you all that time,
Thomas.

Hardly in the line of duty.

A parting gesture, sir.

I think you'll enjoy the new job,
though.

He's a good chap.

Nice car, too. I'll probably bump into
you sometime.

I'll probably bump into you sometime.

God, I'm funny.

I don't know how I'm going to fight that
tortoise off.

It goes mad with excitement when it sees
me.

You know something, Thomas?

I appear to have started to drink.

I'm sorry

to hold up your lunch, but I think you
know what it's about.

I'd better buzz.

There's no need to buzz. You could
possibly benefit from this conversation.

First, let me say that I'm not going to
deliver a hysterical lecture.

The irony of it is that I have for a
long time pleaded with you to do

positive.

Now you have, but you've done the wrong
thing too well too soon.

Dad, I'm going to marry her so you don't
need to worry.

I don't need to worry?

What does that mean?

It means about neighbours and patients.

You won't have to change your name and
wear dark glasses.

Do you think that I don't worry about
your personal happiness?

I will be happy.

Have you thought about where you're
going to live? Where you're going to get

money from?

I guess that's where you come in.

I'll find a job.

And what about Jeannie?

Will she mind sitting in at night while
her husband goes out in his roller

skates or is this the last thing?

I'll have to give things up, won't I?

Do you love her?

Yes.

And she you?

Yes.

Let's go from there, then, shall we?

I must get to the third room.

Is that all?

Why, did you have a problem, too?

No, it's just... Were you being a real
nice guy about all this?

If I'd known you were like this in a
crisis, I wouldn't have held back so

On the nasty side, your problem lies in
the fact that I'm unpredictable.

Thanks, though.

I know you consider me to be old
-fashioned, a hermit crab, if you like,

out of its little shell at the marching
world.

But when I do come out... You come out
with style, dear.

Come on, you lot. Get your bums
somewhere else.

mind if Jeannie and her parents are
coming.

Isn't that T -shirt a little tactless?

Why? It's right. We've got the problems,
not me.

Yeah, it looks good.

Yes.

Well, I didn't actually cook anything,
that's why.

It's all as it was, as it grew, and as
it came out of the tin.

Put that back.

Oh, I hope your father can cope.

Hey, they're only people.

Jeannie's people, Adam.

So what? Who's Jeannie? Just a person.

Adam, you mustn't speak ill of the
pregnant.

go through the business of whose fault
it was.

How could she get my son into trouble?

That's easy.

The girls today, wow.

What they don't say on their t -shirts
they keep for afters.

It's just not safe to let your sons out
these days.

I'll miss him being around.

He will be around.

Yeah, but he won't be the same.

He'll get that heavy look of fatherhood
and he'll smell of sick.

Ross is feeling good.

If I get lucky, I could be next, then
you'll have your whole self to yourself.

Well, that's the idea of it, isn't it?

Mothers wait for their kids to go.

Difference is, you waited a lot longer
than anyone else, but you look a whole

lot better.

Oh, if only we could tell you what we
know, Adam.

If only the mother rabbit could tell the
baby rabbit about the farmer's gun.

She can't, can she?

She doesn't know about it till she's
been shot herself.

Or shot at.

By the time you're 40, you've been shot
at so often you walk about to the tune

of one, two, three, duck.

One, two, three, duck.

Hey, Mum, is everything OK? They'll be
here any minute.

Oh, great.

Put that back.

It's no good. You'll have to do it on a
backstand.

They're here.

Now, remember, Adam, this is a very
serious moment in Russell's life. I

want you sitting there grinning and
grimacing while he attempts to grow up.

to handle things.

Hello. How nice to see you.

I am the father of the father. You must
be the entire family of the mother.

Oh, my God.

Hello, Jeannie.

Oh, come in.

I won't if you don't mind, Mr.
Parkinson.

I'd like you to give this to Russell.

I've explained everything to my parents.

This is explaining to him.

Oh, I see.

Oh, wouldn't you like to... No.

Thank you just the same.

I must go.

Oh, this is for you.

Jeannie brought it.

Where is she?

Oh, she wouldn't come in.

Oh, I asked, of course.

Relax. They're not coming.

Oh, great. I can have a sausage then.

Why? What has happened?

Jeannie came with a letter for Russell.

She didn't want to see him, but he's
rushed off after.

Oh, it's the old story, isn't it? I
thought I was. Now I'm not.

It would seem that way, yes.

Oh, I'm so glad I don't have to face her
mother.

Oh, I had this vision of a large, well
-powdered lady with a reinforced chest

and lethal arms bearing down on your
father with a Harrods handbag.

Oh, in spite of all our bravado, it's
been very worrying, hasn't it? Yes.

I don't suppose there's anything else
you two can come up with, is there?

Tune in next week, bug.

I think I'd like to eat now.

Yes, let's all eat. Adam, open the wine.

Did you find her?

Nick. Is everything all right? Are you
in shape? Oh, yeah, sure.

Everything's fine. Good.

Well, here we are, back to normal.

We can all carry on as before.

Yes.

Nothing's changed, really. Another
drama, come and gone.

Lord Ennard, how I miss talking to you.
How I wish I could blink my eyes and

open them and find everything the way I
want it to be.

Do they really need all this food?

How different everything is today.

If I'd have gone home and announced I
was pregnant, my father would have gone

out and swatted the culprit like a fly.

Still, she isn't.

So it's just another drama.

Come and gone.

Dear Russell, I hope you'll forgive me.

But the truth is, I want to have our
baby, but I don't want to be married.

It's nothing to do with not loving you.

It's more to do with not wanting to
spoil things.

Do you understand, I wonder?

Will anybody understand?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

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