All language subtitles for The Jim Henson Hour s01e09 Garbage & Sapsorrow.eng

Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, a
cuteness special!

Bean Bunny, that's me, a rabbit and his
whistle!

Ha ha!

Oh good, something cute to start our
show!

You betcha! Digit! Yes!

Hit it! Oh, hit it!

I, uh, think that's all the garbage
we've got. Kermit?

Um, Kermit?

When you said hit it just now, were you
not referring to the trash eject button?

Did you in fact mean cue the opening
title sequence?

Oh, you should have said something.

Ta -da!

and welcome to our show.

What the, nacho corn chips?

You're going to spoil your appetite that
way.

Later in the show, we're going to return
to the magical world of the storyteller

and the tale of Sapsaro.

That night, the second wall, beauties
come and beauties go. Dance is a dance,

but the prince dance alone.

But before that, Kermit is visited by
country and western singer Katie Lang.

Kermit, what else do you have for us?
Well, for one thing, I've got garbage.

Actually, we prefer the term previously
essential material.

The Jim Henson Hour will return after
these messages.

from somewhere.

Hey, you're a moped.

I watch you all the time. Hey, listen,

if I have to be surrounded by talking
garbage, okay, but will you guys just

to stay out of the way because I've got
a TV show to put on here.

Demographic alert.

Ratings crisis. Bad reaction from the
preteen females.

What, little girls don't like garbage?

Like garbage?

Ew, yuck.

Stinky gross.

Well, we can bring them back with Spot
That Blemish on Monitor 7.

Well, Waldo, I'm a little busy right
now, okay?

Hey, Digit, are we standing by with the
Conspicuous Consumption Channel?

Yeah!

Civil graphics don't include you guys.

Why not? We've got plenty of disposable
ends.

Bootsy in her new yellow dress.

Brad will just love you in this, Bootsy.

This new party dress is fabulous.

But when Brad sees me in my new boots
and swimsuit...

ever wonder what it would be like if we
were married?

Well, sure, Bootsy. I've thought about
it.

I know what.

Let's pretend we're married.

Sure thing, Bootsy. What do I do?

You just came home from a hard day's
work.

Go out and come in again.

What a nutty chick.

Okay, Bootsy. Here goes.

I worked in the office and say, when I
come home from work, I like to put up my

feet and relax.

Would hubby like something to drink?

I think I'll have a club soda with a
twist of lime.

Here's your drink, Brad.

How's everything, hubby?

Well, you forgot the lime.

Oh, thanks.

Cheers.

That's honest refreshment, honey.

What did you do all day?

I bought this cute little party dress.

And I bought this cute little purse.

Tomorrow, I'll buy a cute little car.

Hey, watch out, honey. You're spending
all my money.

No, I'll use my own money.

I'm going to get a job as a oil sheik.
Oh, wow, what a kooky girl.

How about some fun in the sun, Bootsy?

Beach, anyone?

Go right ahead.

Okay. Turn around.

Why should I?

Because we're not really married. You
can't watch me change my...

Maybe. Yep, bro.

I mean, would you ever think about...
Stop that, Freddie. You'll get slobber

over Bootsy.

Darn. Just when things are starting to
get steamy.

Bootsy's no fun when she's covered in
dog slobber.

Good premise. Not enough garbage.

Hey, all about a year. We got Billy Joe
dump...

Welcome to America.

Coming up, I'd give anything to get rid
of all this garbage.

Anything? Under $100.

Okay, leave it to me.

Digit, punch up the guest chart channel.

Now, if you'll just put your hands
together and welcome one of the great

stars of country music, Katie Lang.

What may we forget around that dance
floor?

Make my head go spinning round.

Dance me over by that bandstand.

Because I love that twin fiddle sound.

Oh, and we're dancing close.

Cheek to cheek, my hair gets loose.

Yeah, my knees get weak. Yeah. Watch me
over by that fat stand.

Make my hair.

That's me!

That moose.

Oh, you see that garbage over there?

Garbage? What the Sam Hill? Tie a knot
in its limb. Twenty bucks is twenty

bucks. All right, let's move him out.

It's indeedy.

So are these guys great or what, huh?

Now,

about that hundred and twenty, you got
the cash on you?

Leon, I said one hundred.

What? Well, it says here in this
contract, Kerm.

I never signed any contract. That
contract is garbage.

You called for garbage, Frog?

I don't believe it. Trampled by a herd
of garbage.

A herd of garbage?

Of course I heard of garbage.

No, no, no. The garbage herd.

I don't care what the garbage herd.

Being Bunny knows no shame.

What this show needs is some good, clean
fun.

Oh, look. It's Katie Lang again.

You're the singer? Yes.

Sing this. Sing it, sing it. Yeah. What
is this? Oh, we call it trash punk.

Yeah, it's kind of a fusion. Yeah, yeah.
But never mind. Just sing it. Go on,

sing it. I love trash.

Yeah. Sing it.

Sing it.

I love trash.

Anything dirty or dingy or dusty.

Anything rag.

Listen to this.

I'm a strong advocate of solid waste
management. Get her! Get her!

Get her! Get her!

Get her!

And when do we want it?

I don't know.

It's still not right.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

There was a time when taking out the
garbage was a simple idea.

Are we having a party?

Could you introduce me to the flies? Is
there going to be a...

Oh, no!

The woodland setting you wanted is on
monitor two, Kermit. And I've put an end

to the garbage bag invasion.

Oh, that's it. Now I'm getting serious.

Digit! I need a break. Did he say
monitor two?

Oh, don't worry, Kermit. I'll find it.

Ah,

that's more like it. Hey, quiet forest
blade.

Oh, the wonders of technology.

From grunge to green.

Funny how color can make all the
difference.

In fact, you know, there's a really old,
wonderful story about that.

Hey, gather around, everybody.

Now, way back at the beginning of
things, pretty much when the world

the birds were just one color.

Great. What are you doing here?

The Antarctic Odyssey is over on Monitor
5.

Sorry.

Anyway, life was real monochromatic.

Until one day, the cockatoo made an
amazing discovery.

You see, he was on his way back to his
nest when all of a sudden... Ah!

Woo! What is that?

Better take a closer look.

Whoa, I think I'm on to something here.

Say, everybody, look at me. Look what I
found.

Look at him. He looks great.

The news spread far and wide, but not
quite far enough.

It didn't reach deep into the woods,
where the nightingale was trying his

to find a voice for himself.

Maybe if I go higher at the end.

Hi.

Hi, what you doing? Listen.

What do you think?

It's fine if you're calling a dog.

Thanks for the encouragement, bird.

Don't call me that.

It's your name.

Yeah, well, I don't like it. Why not?

Because it's not a real name. If I'm
just bird, then I'm no bird in

Look at me.

Look at me.

Wow. I could swear that was parrot.

There's not much paint left, Cardinal,
so you'll have to go with all red, okay?

Fair enough. At least they'll see me
coming.

Look, Finch, a tiny bit of gold is all
I've got left. Yes or no?

Well, I guess gold, Prince, has got a
nice ring to it.

Thank you. But I would have been a
knockout as future Finch. Hey! Hey,

wait! Oh, you're too late.

What?

Sorry, nothing...

They should have called you Cuckoo Bird.

I guess I'll never be much to look at.

Hey, I think I'm on to something.

It was the most beautiful music the
world had ever heard. The other birds

colors on their wings, but the
nightingale had a rainbow in his song.

Just like every nightingale ever since.

Okay, and that's the story.

And now, I think I better hop on out of
here.

Well, back to the same old garbage.

We shall watch up on the pictures.

another part of the forest.

Hi.

You join us in a very exciting moment.

The trail is fresh, and my expert guide,
Dr. Emil Lundquist... Shh.

We don't want to startle them.

Dr. Lundquist tells me we're getting
very close.

Look. The trail is leading straight to
the lair.

Oh, goodness me. There it is.

Yes. The nest of that moose pit.

And the musing of all nature's children,
the human.

Yes,

I think they're in luck. Here comes one
now.

What a beauty.

It's a male.

How can you tell? The females have
bumps.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Is that some kind of a feeding call,
doctor?

Exactly.

Oh, and it worked.

Here comes the female with her young.

You will notice they have caught some
small white creatures, which they are

stabbing with those pointy tools.

Then they will hold them over those red
hot coals until they're dead.

Oh, Dr. Lindquist, I don't want to look
at this part. If you're going to study

nature, you have to put up with the ugly
along with the cute.

We are in luck.

What you're witnessing here is the
seldom seen mating ritual of the human.

Whoa, that's kind of silly for me.

It might look silly to you, but as you
can see, the female thinks it's

irresistibly effective.

Mom, Dad, look, there's a raccoon, a
bear, and a film crew in the woods.

Oh, what a shame.

Oh, we seem to have interrupted the
mating ritual.

Ah, that's not good at all.

Yeah, I was really looking forward to
that part.

No, it's worse than that.

Oh, a startled human can be very
dangerous.

What do you mean?

I mean like that. And with any luck,
we'll see you next time

when we'll be looking at waterfowl.

Whoa.

I didn't know bears could talk.

Save your pungent breath, refuse, or
I'll incinerate you all with this

flamethrower.

Digit, what are you doing?

Oh, hi, Kermit. This is the...

Stingmaster 3000.

I rented it from Flamethrowers R Us.
Hold him down!

But, Digit, you're going to blow up the
whole control room.

Oh, don't worry, Kermit. I checked.
We're insured.

Was it vacuums or we?

It's okay. I called a waste management
company. They're sending over an expert

right away.

Hi, ladies. I'm from Harris Thompson and
Sludge.

You're the expert?

That's right, my lad.

We specialize in solid waste management.
The cutting edge. The ultimate in state

-of -the -art disposal.

Oh, fantastic.

Well, what do you do? We stick the junk
on a scow and sail around aimlessly.

That's what you call state -of -the -art
disposal?

Well, if you know something better, give
me a call.

We are not going anywhere.

Oh, that's where you're wrong, lad.
You're going to be the next big... I can

smell it. Yes, you lovely lads will give
garbage its voice.

You're hot.

You want a woo.

You want a garbage.

Time to tour.

Tour? You mean like a rock band? Hey,
that sounds like fun.

Well, all right. Follow me, lads. Pull
aboard.

Okay. I don't think of it so much as
losing my garbage as gaining a closing

number.

The life I love is making music with my
friends.

Thank you for liking Garbage so much
that you make happily in tons of the

Up with Garbage!

Like a band that gypsies we go down the
highway.

Well, Kermit, it looks like I rented
this vacuum outfit for nothing.

Or almost nothing.

Bean? Bean, can you hear me?

Hi, Corbett.

Oh, good. Everything's back to normal.
Digit, cue the last item.

Surprise!

We've been recycled.

Ready for this?

Here you go.

Thanks a lot.

And now here's John Hurt as the
storyteller.

Beginning as I do at the beginning, and
starting as I must at the start, let me

show you fate through the round of this
ring.

The girl whose finger fits this ring,
she'll become queen.

The law decrees it. What a lucky girl,
you might think.

Oh,

no.

A king had three daughters.

Two were bad, one was good.

Long without a wife, the king's only joy
had been the joy of the proud father.

But the girls were growing up. Soon
there would be suitors. Soon the palace

would be empty.

I must find myself a wife to comfort me,
he thinks.

The wedding ring.

Passed on from queen to queen, finger to
finger, since any could remember.

Only when the ring fits can the king
marry.

who wishes to wed our king, must come
forward and try the ring.

The lucky bride will want for nothing.

She can't do that.

Well, he's too old to be getting
married. He ought to be dying shortly.

I don't think he's too old.

What's she whispering all about? Oh, no.

I know what will happen. Some harpy will
step forward and the ring will fit and

they'll get married and then he'll die
and she'll get everything.

That's what will happen.

The more the sisters sulked at the
prospect of a stepmother, the viler they

to snap sorrow their sister.

When their father set off to find his
bride, they teased, taunted, and

her. They starved her.

You're too fat, they'd say, stealing
from her plate.

They're vile, those sisters.

Indeed. But they reckoned without her
friends, the creatures who lived in snap

sorrow's pocket under a bed perched on a
chair.

When she went to her room, she'd find
berries and all kinds of nuts and

delicious things.

We're right every night.

Are we right, Bloodshot? They are, I
know. No bride, then? No.

The ring was a cruel shape.

None could wear it. Oh, it's fate. It's
not intended.

Perhaps. I don't know. You don't need a
wife when you've got a... Don't we love

you enough, Daddy?

I know, I know.

Where's your sister?

Oh, who knows?

Flashing with the guards, stuffing
herself.

No, thanks.

It's bound to fit someone eventually.

How disgusting.

I mean, we should be queens, actually.

Together. I know.

I mean, what if the ring were to fit
you?

Or me?

Then what?

You try. You've got fat fingers.

I have not.

Well?

And then little Sapsaro does a thing she
will long regret.

Obediently she bends and, oh, folly, she
stoops and, oh, rash, she picks up the

royal ring and flips it on for
safekeeping. What?

I know.

Where's your mother's ring?

Well, she was playing with it, Father.
Yes, we didn't want to sneak. I wasn't.

She wasn't. Stay out of it, you.

Little one.

I wasn't. That's not fair.

What's that?

On your feet?

Oh, no.

Not on your ring finger.

It fits.

It fits.

No sooner done, no sooner said, the news
is afire in the palace, sweeping the

corridors. The ring fits the king's
daughter. I cannot marry my father.

You cannot ignore the law.

But we cannot ignore the law.

You cannot marry your father.

But I cannot shame the king.

But you cannot marry your father.

But the ring.

Yes, the ring is the ring.

Sire, it is the law of the land.

The ring fits your child's finger.

You must marry her.

Then I should cut off my finger.

Why did you play with the ring? Why did
you tamper with it?

The ceremony, when must it take place?

As soon as the preparations allow.

Then first find me a dress of the palest
silk, the colour of the moon.

I will not wed till I have it.

Very well.

We will find this dress.

The princess in her woe plans a plan and
schemes a scheme.

To find Dr. Galm will take time, and
mean times you must all help me.

Beautiful.

But now I must have one of sparkling
silver, like the stars.

For my truther.

Sire, where would we find such a dress?

Do as she bids. All in silver, sparkling
with stars.

And off again went the king's men,
scouring the land with such a dress.

And all the while, in Thapthorough's
room, another garment is being made,

marvellous, more magic.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Just like the stars.

Messiah, the council wait on you. Your
people grow impatient.

When do you marry?

Daughter. This gown is for the wedding
feast.

The first one for the procession.

But now I must have one for the church.

Gold it should be.

Gold as the sun.

Bring me such a dress, and the next day
we shall wed.

Gold, she says.

All gold, like the sun.

Bring her such a dress.

They shall be married on the morrow.

And while the tailors cut cloth, one
with pure gold,

that sorrow stayed shut up in her room.

She never appeared.

Only her creature, flying in.

Flithering out, bitty, bitty, scurrying
about.

Princess?

Yes? I have here a dress such as none
before has seen.

Of gold, dazzling.

A hundred hands have sewn it.

It is what I asked for.

Very like the sun.

Then we must marry on the morrow.

We must.

We marry.

On the morrow.

They can't. They can't get married.

Well, the law says they must.

And the girl has the three gowns she
asked for. Know the ring fence, the

is prepared.

Married on the morrow.

Listen, bells toll, the streets fill.

Only Sapsoro stays silent in her room.

Your Highness, come out.

The king awaits you.

Yes, it's Sapsoro.

a strange thing of fur and feathers. For
such has been the secret work of the

past week.

This creature.

There she is, the ill -fated princess,
hurrying away, her past discarded, her

future.

Who knows?

Two years later, a poor creature of fur
and feathers tended geese in a king's

garden.

scrubbed the pots in his kitchen. So
does the princess.

Princess of slops, yes.

Princess of peelings, perhaps.

Princess of the kitchen floor,
certainly.

And one day, this princess meets a
prince.

Where's the cook, do you know?

You don't know.

Can you speak?

Never mind.

Give the cook a message, will you?

Tonight there's a great ball at the
palace. I've seen the menu and want

added. He knows how I like it. Roast
goose with orange, baked in pastry.

What's that look?

It's a look.

If there was a tax on looking, we'd all
be beggars.

Sire.

What's your name?

No name.

They call me the straggle tag.

Well, Miss Straggle Tag, you don't stare
at princes.

It's not polite in one so low.

Oh, one so ugly.

Why eat geese?

They don't harm you.

I happen to like geese.

So do I. That's why I don't eat them.

Pass on my message and take that to your
manners.

Roast goose with orange.

A dozen.

That night they sat.

The geese.

Twelve cold stares on the royal table.

While around them many daughters wore
their mother's pearl.

And the prince was there, handsome,
admired, separate.

Parents looked on and hoped, but the
prince stood and smiled, but did not

Until, late, unannounced, mysterious, a
woman entered in a daddling gown,

pale silk like the moon.

And what could he do, the prince, but
walk towards her? What could he do but

lead her to the floor?

And they danced.

It was meant.

As left to right, morning to night, dark
to light, they belonged.

But when the music stops... Wait! I
don't know your name!

Wait! Oh, my dear, the prince is left
mystified, excited, tingling.

He's hooked.

Line and thinker.

The prince is sent down for clean
towels.

Where is everybody?

Upstairs. They're all busy.

Another ball for soon.

We'll bear the coverage from the last
one.

Oi, sing.

You go then.

You sent down for towels?

I hope they're clean.

I'm sorry.

Do I disgust you?

You amaze me.

Look, cats chase mice.

Hens lay eggs.

And what does that mean?

It means some things have to do with
other things.

I have nothing to do with you.

You don't disgust me because I don't
think about you.

I see.

Now, go away.

And keep below stairs.

Stop gawping!

No, he can't see for the feathers, this
prince. He can't see for the fur.

That night, the second wall, beauties
come and beauties go. Dance is a dance,

but the prince stands alone, hoping,
staring at the great door.

But nothing, no sign.

Then, ah, then a dividing of the room
and there

she is in a dress sparkling with silver
like the stars.

I must go.

Please.

I think of nothing but you. I find that
hard to believe.

It's true.

I can't sleep.

Where do you live? I might find you.

I live where hens catch mice and cats
lay eggs. What?

Please don't go.

What's the matter?

What? You look so fat.

No one, no one else in the whole palace,
in the whole kingdom speaks to me like

this. Are you in love?

Is that the problem?

You couldn't possibly understand what
I'm feeling.

Or are you worried you might only love
your sweetheart for her beautiful gowns?

Was she in the humblest rags?

Was she the poorest?

Absolutely.

You see, my darling has eyes like...
Yes.

They're perfect. A voice like... It's
perfect.

Not her gowns.

Well, how can you possibly understand?

Then you should marry her.

I want to.

I want to, but I can't find her.

I see.

I... I have a problem like yours.

What advice would you give me?

Well, I don't know your beau.

What's he like?

Handsome. Rich.

Really?

Proud. Ah!

You see, when I think about him, it
makes my head hurt and my tummy ache

and my skin tingle and my heart do
little somersaults. Me too.

Me too.

Oh, yes, we're in love.

And it's terrible.

Oh, I don't think I'm in love. Oh,
you're definitely in love.

Little somersaults? Tingling skin?

Definitely.

Stragletag!

Stragletag, where the devil have you got
to? I have to go.

Yes, and listen, don't tell anyone we've
spoken.

As you wish.

Just, you know, Prince and...
Stragletag!

Prince and Stragletag.

Oh, yes. The prince is lovesick, all
right.

Even before it's dark, he's there on the
terrace in front of the ballroom.

Tonight, he shivers, I'll see my love
tonight.

She still hasn't come, and this is the
last of them. Could I please have the

dishes? Look at this one.

What's the hurry?

Meeting a sweetheart?

That's why the prince is still waiting.

She hasn't finished the dishes.

It's wonderful.

But bells toll.

Evening's end.

Next day, a proclamation rings out
around the palace.

The prince will marry the girl who fits
the golden slipper.

Well, she thinks.

What was true of the finger is true of
the foot.

She was cursed by the ring.

Can she be blessed with the slipper?

There's a queue now, but it fits nobody.

I might try. You never know.

You? You've got feet like a Yorkshire
pudding. I have not.

And what about our little beauty? Are
you going to try?

I might.

So up she goes.

Really? And blow me, who's trying on
royal slipper?

I think of a jest. Of a jest.

I've done it. I've done it. It fits.

That's absurd.

It fits.

You're not the one.

I am. It fits. Look.

I claim this handsome prince for my
husband.

According to the proclamation...

The prince must marry the woman who can
wear the golden slipper. Princess Bad

Sister.

Princess Bad Sister.

From? From far away.

From far away.

Daughter of?

Of nobody.

We have no parents, you see.

Mummy died a long time ago and Daddy
died last year. Well, he was ancient.

Princess Bad Sister of far away,
daughter of nobody.

She will marry the prince on the morrow.

Off, please.

Why? Well, it doesn't match.

And it's a teensy -weensy bit tight.

Just a pinch.

Ouchie -wouchie.

In fact, I think I may just have to have
a tiny baby scream.

Sister, do you think you could possibly
help me to take this lovely slipper off

my footsie -wotsie? Because I'm going to
have to scream very loudly shortly.

I think my leg is turning a little bit
on the maroon side.

It is.

to try the slipper.

Ladies, darling, I think, not creatures.
What is it?

Get it out of me. Get rid of it. It's
called straggle tag.

So, may I?

Very well.

I can't.

It does fit.

Will you keep your promise?

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

You can't. You can't marry that thing.
Yes.

I'll marry you.

I'll keep my promise.

Darling,

darling, they repeated to each other.

Dearest, dearest.

And what the prince didn't know, he very
soon did. They talked and talked,

explaining this and explaining that,
stories of rings, stories of fur and

feathers. And they wept for her dear
father, smiled for poor Straggletag,

forgave the bad sisters, danced for a
day without going away, and...

And, well, after that, they were so out
of breath, they lay down and slept. And

glory be, if I don't wake them soon,
they'll never get wet.

Now, this trash bag puppet is actually
made from a plastic trash bag from a

supermarket. Oh, that's a load of
garbage.

Actually, I'm a load of garbage.

That's for sure.

Thanks for watching. We'll see you next
time.

Yeah, it's a load of garbage.

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