All language subtitles for The Bob Newhart Show s05e11 Heres to You, Mrs Robinson.eng

Bob, I just finished typing your letter.
Care to sign it?

If you have any further questions,
please call sincerely, Dr.

Robert Robert.

Type that again, Carol?

Wouldn't be interested in changing your
name, would you, Bob?

No, if I did, I would change it to Dr.

Hartley Hartley.

Bob, you know, I could always do it in
longhand, and you could type your

signature.

Or you could type it right.

Oh.

Oh, Jerry called. He's back in town. He
said to say hello.

You know, I really miss that guy now
that he's retired.

No one's made a snide remark about my
coffee in weeks.

Probably too busy choking.

Listen, what's Jerry doing?

Oh, he just got back from London, Paris,
and Rome. He must be miserable.

Yes, God knows I would be.

You really think he's having a good
time, don't you? You know, that poor

hasn't got a thing to do.

Oh, do I detect another jealousy?

Why would I be jealous? Just because
Jerry Strzok -Rich is wandering all over

the world having an exciting time.

Carol, my life is not exactly dull.

I mean, last night, for instance, on the
spur of the moment, Emily and I went

out to a flower show.

You impulsive thing, you.

And then Monday, we covered the patio
furniture for winter.

No, I'll take that back. That was
Sunday. Well, what did you do Monday?

So I had one dull day.

Hi, workers.

Oh, Jerry, welcome back.

How are you, Jerry? Nice to see you,
Bob.

Fine, nice to be stateside. Got a gift
for each of you. That's for you, Carol,

little bottle of brandy. Oh, that is
little, thanks.

It's nothing.

Close to it.

And, uh, this is for you, Bob. It's from
London.

Oh.

That's the, uh...

A coat of arms of the Hartley family I
had all researched.

You're kidding.

I never knew my coat of arms was a lion
eating a cauliflower.

That's symbolic, Bob.

You see, that's the fruit from the tree
of life there. It symbolizes knowledge,

understanding, wisdom.

And a craving for cauliflower.

What does the inscription say?

Sum Familia Hartley. Yeah, that's Latin,
Bob. That's a centuries -old family

motto. What does it mean?

It means I am a Hartley.

We've been saying that in our family for
years.

Well, thanks for the plaque, Jerry. I
think I'll put it in my bookshelf. Yeah,

it'll look great there.

You know, I wish I had a plaque like
that.

Well, you're not a Hartley.

You're right. I'm not an anybody. I'm an
orphan. I don't have any parents.

Jerry, I know what an orphan is.

And I am tired of it.

You're a little too old to be adopted,
Jerry. Well, I decided to go on an all

-out search to find my mother and my
father.

Jerry, you think it's a good idea? Don't
you think you ought to start out slow

and maybe find a cousin?

No, Bob, this is something I got to do.

Why the sudden concern?

Well, I was in the Westminster Abbey.

I saw there the tomb of a certain Lord
Robinson, and he was killed by a

cannonball. And do you know where he was
shot?

Well, it doesn't really matter, Jerry.
When a cannonball has your name on it,

you're a goner.

Bob. He was shot in North Carolina.

Ah.

Oh, that's the worst place.

Well, but you know what that means? That
means that he was in the United States,

which in turn means that I could be a
descendant of English nobility. I mean,

could be a duke or an earl.

You could be the duke of Earl.

I'm serious here, Bob. I'm going to find
my family if it takes every cent I

have.

Jerry, have you really thought this out?
I mean, this could be, you know, a

painful experience.

Could be a dead -end street, a road to
nowhere.

Yeah, maybe so, Bob. But it could be a
road to Robinson Castle.

I mean, I have a right to know who I am.
You know who you are.

I am a Hartley.

Here you go, Bob. Sign away.

No,

I'm not a Hartley. I'm a Hartley.

I don't.

Oh, well, in that case, I hope you got a
bargain.

Yeah, I did. I got it on sale. I got 10
% off and a free G -string.

G -string?

Yeah, I'd like to see the girl that wore
this.

Howard, I'm really glad you decided to
learn how to play an instrument, but

why'd you choose the bass?

Well, it's practical.

It's not like a piano. You can take this
to a party.

Guess what I just bought?

Oh, new shoes, Howard. Very nice.

I just bought a bass fiddle. I'm going
to be another Tommy Dorsey.

Uh, Tommy Dorsey played the trombone.

Oh. Well, then I'll be, uh, another
Jimmy Dorsey. He played the clarinet.

Is there another Dorsey?

Yeah, there was an Otto Dorsey. I was in
the army with him.

Did he play bass?

No, he played flamethrower.

Howard, do you want to stay for dinner?

Uh, no, I've got...

I've got a bass lesson at 9 o 'clock.

It's only 7 .30 now.

Well, it'll take me an hour to find a
cab with a bass rack on the top of it.

You're not learning how to play the
flamethrower.

I tried to call Jerry today, Bob. I
couldn't get a hold of him. All I got

recording that said, Hi, I'm Jerry
Robinson. If you're my father or mother,

leave your name and number at the sound
of the beat.

Yeah, I feel sorry for Jerry. He's
looking for a needle in a haystack.

Oh, I think it's so exciting.

Jerry seeing his mother for the first
time, running through a field of

arms outstretched, tall, handsome woman
with the sunlight glinting in her hair.

Sounds like a shampoo commercial.

What do their first words look like?

Oh, probably, long time no see.

So many things to say to each other, you
know, so many questions to ask.

Yeah, like, hi, Mom, why'd you abandon
me?

Oh, Bob, why are you so negative about
it?

Emily, because some things are better
off left alone.

When I was in school, there was a guy
named Warren Nestorenko.

He was an orphan also.

He dropped out in his senior year of law
school.

He wanted to look for his father. It was
like an obsession. The only thing on

his mind was, where was his father?

And finally, five years later, he found
him in St. Louis.

Well, what happened?

Last I heard, they went in business
together. They're very successful.

Well, what's wrong with that?

Warren never finished law school.

Bob, what is the point?

Well, the point is, that's one story in
a million.

I mean, Jerry could be disappointed.
He's opening the door to the unknown.

Once he opens that door, he doesn't know
who's going to walk through.

I mean, there are a lot of strange
people out there.

Bob.

It's pouring outside. Can I borrow your
raincoat?

Don't you have one?

Yeah, I lend it to my face.

Lucky we're the same size.

Sure.

The defense rest.

Hi, Carol, is the mail in yet?

Sorry, Jerry, no answer to your ad.

Are you sure?

Jerry, I'd recognize something addressed
to Orphan Rimpow Medical Arts Building.

I can't. Stan, it's been three months.
I've advertised at orphans quarterly.

I've been through private detectives.
I've crossed the country three times.

Nothing. Well, maybe you should drop
leaflets from a plane.

Didn't work in Denver.

What about the orphanage you grew up in?
Have they been any help?

Well, I got a clue from them. They told
me that I was wearing a little blue cap

when I was dropped off.

I had little ear flaps and a little
string that tied under my chin and a...

A fuzzy blue ball. Oh, that sounds
adorable.

My favorite little blue hat.

You still have it?

What difference does it make? It
probably wouldn't fit anymore.

Jerry, don't you see?

Maybe you can trace the label back to
the store. They can look in the records

and find out who bought a little blue
hat 35 years ago.

Nah, when I was three, I ate the label.

Well, maybe you could trace the fuzzy
ball.

That was dessert.

Morning, Bob.

Boy, Jerry, this is costing you a mint.
Half -page ad in the paper?

Five papers.

Catchy caption.

I'm Jerry Robinson.

Take me, I'm yours.

Jerry, that's the best picture of you
I've ever seen.

Is that your nose?

Well, it was a lot smaller when I was
young. You know, I just had it touched

a bit there.

Touched up? That's a hatchet job.

Excuse me.

Could you help us? Sure.

We're looking for Dr. Tupperman.

Oh, surely. Room 759, right down that
hall.

Do you have an appointment?

Yes. We're the Robinsons.

Wait a minute.

Nah.

Jerry, why don't you forget this? This
whole thing is driving you crazy.

I can't help it, Bob. Do you know what
it's like to walk down the street and

look at strangers knowing that any one
of them could be your mother or your

father? Well, Carol here could be my
sister, for all I know.

Mercy.

I mean, any girl I've ever dated could
be my sister.

Wow, you know what that could mean?

I've been out with you, Jared. It
wouldn't mean that much.

Well, as a last resort, Bob, I've
decided to offer a $5 ,000 reward.

Dr. Robinson?

Yeah, that's me.

Son!

Thank God the search is over.

What's that?

Oh, it's a book I'm reading for school.

The metric system is your friend.

Want to read it when I'm through?

I think I'll wait for the movie to come
out.

What's that thumping?

Oh, that's Howard practicing the bass.

I feel like I'm inside a heart.

Honey, just try and ignore it.

That's easy for you to say. You've got
an exciting book to read.

Do you know what time it is?

No, that isn't the name of a song.

It's 12 .30 a .m.

Howard, would you please stop
practicing?

No, I don't think you're perfect.

But if you don't stop practicing, I'm
going to come over there.

Yeah, it'll be a jam session. I'm going
to jam that bass down your throat.

Good talking to you too, Howard.

Dad's still in the paper.

Yeah, he's getting desperate.

His eyes are getting smaller, his nose
is getting bigger.

Oh, he's just getting so impressed.

You know, this week he said eight
fathers and 11 mothers claim to be his

parents. They're all after the reward.

You know, when I was a kid, I thought I
was an orphan.

I was sure that I was adopted.

Yeah, every kid feels that way. No, I
mean, I was really positive because I

nothing like my parents.

I think you do.

Well, my mother is very attractive.

I think you look like your father.

You always said he had close -set eyes.

Well, it's not so much his eyes as his
hair.

My father is bald.

Maybe you're right. You do look like
your mother.

I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong. I do not
look like my father.

No, I mean about Jerry. I told him not
to look for his parents, but... I mean,

got parents.

Oh, that reminds me, your mother called.

What'd she want?

She wanted to know how come Jerry's
picture's in the paper and yours isn't.

Did you tell her because I know who my
parents are?

Yeah. What'd she say?

She said, sure.

But do you ever think to pick up the
telephone?

You know, sometimes there are advantages
to being an orphan.

Good night, my love. Good night.

Bob, where are you going?

To a jam session.

What are you watching?

Midget wrestlers.

Oh.

Who's winning?

The tall one.

So, the Mad Munchkin leads two falls to
none over Abdul Shorty Muhammad and will

return to the match following this
message.

I'm Jerry Robinson. I'm an orphan.
Please claim me and now back to

What?

He is really desperate.

Hi, Bob. Hi, Emily.

Is he alone or is it with him?

Hi, Bob.

Hi, Emily. I'm alone.

Go on in.

I decided to play in a marching band.

You know, Howard, I don't recall ever
seeing an upright bass in a marching

Well, I thought I'd put little wheels on
it.

What's your problem, Howard?

Well, I'd like to borrow some bass
wheels.

Oh,

we're all out of bass wheels.

Could you use a pair of roller skates?

Oh, my bass would look silly in roller
skates.

Well, they finally come for you, Howard.

we just saw you on Midget Wrestling.

We were wrestling with the midget?

Oh, Howard, he taped a commercial.

Did you find your mommy and daddy?

Nah. I think I'm gonna give it up.
Really?

Yeah, it's just not getting anywhere.
I've almost run all out of money.

Jerry, you had enough money to retire
on. Don't tell me you've gone through

of that.

Well, Bob, there were the detectives,
traveling.

Ads and papers all over the country?
It's expensive.

You know, I spent $1 ,100 on ads in
American stamp magazines alone.

How'd you think you'd find your parents
by advertising in a stamp magazine?

Yeah, I guess I was stupid.

I was just grasping at straws. You're
grasping at stamps.

Well, I think I'm going back to
orthodontia. Just have to resign myself

fact that I'm never going to find my
family.

Oh, Jerry.

Well, you've got us.

I mean, we'll be your family. Right.
Thanks.

Thanks, Emily.

Bob's always been like a father to me.

How about me? I want to get in on this.

I'll be your uncle.

That's very nice of you, Howard, but
right now I feel like a poor relation.

I don't even know if I have enough money
to buy my dental stuff back.

You need money?

I mean, no problem. How much?

Three thousand?

I'm only your uncle. Ask your daddy.

Hi, Jerry. How are you doing?

Oh, great.

How about I check your teeth? Hop up in
the chair.

Well, if I don't have to hop.

How's it feel to be back to work?

Well, you know, it's been about four
months. I may be a little rusty.

Dentistry is like riding a bicycle. You
know, once you learn, you never forget.

What the hell is this? Is this mine?

Jerry, I have to get to lunch.

I'd appreciate it if you stay. I'd like
to talk to you. I'm feeling a little

down.

Sure, Jerry.

You know, Jerry, I'm... I know I was the
one that told you not to look for your

parents, but... Well, I'm sorry you
didn't find them.

Well, it's all over, Bob. I put it
completely out of my mind.

I wonder if my dad had naturally curly
hair.

Jerry, there's another lady out there
claiming to be your mother.

Is it the same lady who came yesterday
claiming to be my father?

No, this one doesn't have a beard.

Tell her it's over. The search is over.
I'm not interested.

She insists on seeing you, Jer.

Well, okay, send her in.

Probably want you to see what some
people do for money.

Hi, Jerry.

I'm your mother.

Can you ever forgive me?

I forgive you, but he's Jerry.

Hi, Jerry.

I'm your mother.

Can you ever forgive me?

Get out of here, you old crone.

Easy, Jerry.

Oh, come on, Bob. I've had it with these
phonies. I'm no phony. I'm your mom.

Hit the pavement, lady.

How dare you speak that way to your
mother?

Jerry, you're being kind of rough on the
old crone.

I'll play your stupid game. Now, what
makes you think that I'm your son?

You have a birthmark shaped like a
banana on your left cheek.

You blew it, lady. Beat it.

There are other cheeks.

And two of your toes are webbed.

You could have seen that in my ad in the
Wall Street Journal.

Your toes are webbed like a duck.

I've been...

searching for you for over 30 years.

I'll never forget the last time I saw
you, cuddled in your crib, sucking your

thumb, wearing your little blue hat with
a furry ball on top.

You are my mom. You're my mom! Oh, mom,
mom, mom, mom!

I want you to meet my mom.

It's a pleasure.

Tell me everything, mom.

Well, we were separated during the
Battle of Britain. I knew it. I am

Half British.

Your father and I met in London.

Oh, he was a yank in the RAF. No, he was
a yank in the plumbing supplies.

We were in a pub one night, and you were
back at the hotel with your nanny.

I had a nanny.

That's what you used to call your little
blue hat.

Nanny, you named your hat?

Well, we had a couple of pints.

I went along to use the convenience.

Suddenly, a buzz bomb plummeted from the
sky, and the pub was rubble.

Oh, no, a buzz bomb.

I woke in hospital two months later
calling your name, which at the time was

Miles.

Can I borrow a tissue?

Quiet, Bob.

Mom is telling us a story.

I'm sorry, Miles.

Sit down.

Well, the authorities thought I'd been
killed.

So they placed Miles in a foster home
with a sheep farmer.

No wonder. I've always loved wool.

And then...

Because his father was an American, they
sent him to an orphanage in the States.

You could have traced me.

You could have traced him.

All you had to do was ask for an orphan
named Robinson.

All you had to do was ask for an orphan
named Robinson.

But that's not our name. It's Robertson.
They've made a mistake in the records.

I've spent my entire life looking for
you.

Used every cent I had.

Walled up.

So many pairs of shoes.

What a woman.

What a story.

Miles Robertson, web -footed orphan.

You lucky duck.

Blowing flowers.

I don't understand it, Bob.

I mean, are these the hands of a killer?

Afraid I'm going to have to make a
citizen's arrest.

Hi, Bob. Hi, Emily.

Well, here comes 101 Strings.

Got my song down perfect. You want to
hear it?

Do you have a choice?

I only know one song.

Well, then hit it, Howard.

Two one two three four

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