All language subtitles for cheers seria 11 episod 10

Cheers is filmed
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And I look up and I say,

"It will never do,
it will never do."

I just cannot believe...

Normie. Huh?

Normie, it's the Kennedys.

Let's go tell the
guys downstairs. No, no, no,

I've got a camera with me.

Here, quick, get a snapshot.

I'll... I'll pretend
I'm with them.

I'll be nonchalant, okay?

Oh, would you guys
like a picture?

Oh, that would be great-
do you mind?

No, no. You sure you don't mind?

Great, thank you.

Thank you. Okay.

That's great. All right.

Thank you so much.

Thank you. Appreciate it.

Nice to see you.
Nice to meet you.

Bye. Yeah.

Bye-bye. All right!

Hey!

♪ Making your way
in the world today ♪

♪ Takes everything you've got ♪

♪ Taking a break
from all your worries ♪

♪ Sure would help a lot ♪

♪ Wouldn't you like
to get away? ♪

♪ Sometimes you want to go ♪

♪ Where everybody
knows your name ♪

♪ And they're always
glad you came ♪

♪ You wanna be
where you can see ♪

♪ Our troubles
are all the same ♪

♪ You wanna be where
everybody knows your name ♪

♪ You wanna go
where people know ♪

♪ People are all the same ♪

♪ You wanna go where
everybody knows your name. ♪

Hey, Cliffie.

Hey. What you doing?

I'm, uh, writing
a little letter here

to that Russian cosmonaut
who's stranded

in the space station up there.

How are you gonna get it to him?

Cheers.

Hi, honey.

Oh, now, let's not
go through this again.

I thought we already
had it decided.

We're gonna stay
in my apartment.

Well, how do you know
you don't like it?

You haven't seen it yet.

Trust me, Kelly, you're gonna
come to love Chinatown.

Now... now, don't forget,

our place is the one
right next to the shop

with the beheaded ducks
draining in the window.

Well, I love you, too.

Bye-bye.

What was that all about?

Well, uh, since our
wedding, Kelly and I

have been living in one of
the Gaines' guest houses.

Now she wants to get
a house of our own,

but I can't afford
it, so I think

we should just live
in my old apartment.

You kept your apartment
the whole time?

Well, I kind of had to.

I have a ten-year lease.

How did you get stuck
with a ten-year lease?

I had to do some
pretty fancy talking.

I save ten bucks a month.

That's money in my pocket.

Let me ask you something.

You-you think Kelly's
gonna be happy

in that little place of yours?

Well, what does it matter?

I'm the husband-
I call the shots.

Isn't that rather sexist, Woody?

Well you've got to understand.

That's how I was brought up.

Back in Hanover,

the man is the king
of the castle.

When he gives an order,

all his wives have to listen.

Wives, Woody?

Wife.

I said wife-singular.

I mean, the thought that a man

could have more than one wife,
that's preposterous.

I mean, I...
not to mention illegal.

I know that.

So do all the citizens
of Hanover.

Anybody else curious
about Hanover?

Come on, Norm,
I'm sure it's just a...

a normal, rural, small,
little farm town.

I'm sure Woody's stories
are all greatly exaggerated.

Want to go there?

What, end up as a
human sacrifice to the corn god?

Thank you, no.

Ooh, nobody told me
the fleet was in.

So... what can I get you,

you silver-haired boy toy?

I'm looking for Rebecca Howe.

Why do you want hamburger

when you can have fillet mignon?

She's my daughter.

Ooh.

Excuse me, uh...

Hi there, I'm sorry.

Uh, did I hear you right,

that you're
Rebecca Howe's father?

That's right.

Captain Franklin E. Howe,
United States Navy.

Oh, I'm Sam Malone.

You know, maybe
she mentioned me to you.

Yes, you're the
bright young fellow

who tried to have a
baby with my daughter

without the sanctity of wedlock.

So, my name came up then.

I have just one
question for you.

What the hell were
you thinking, boy?

What the hell were you thinking?

Um, well, we
were both thinking, sir,

that, you know, because
we're such good friends...

we weren't in love,
yes, that's true,

but we thought maybe
we could be a, you know,

mommy and a daddy
without the commitment

and the other stuff. I know...

I know saying this right now
sounds kind of...

even to me, it sounds...

Is it hot in here
or is it just me?

Daddy.

Daddy, what are you doing here?

I just wanted to see
my little Pookie. Oh!

Everybody, I want you
to meet my father.

You can just call him Brig-
that's his nickname.

They call him Brig

because he put
so many sailors in jail.

Then, why don't
they call me Brig?

Daddy, over here.

Daddy, I'm so surprised
to see you.

Is anything wrong?

Well, to tell you
the truth, Pookie,

your mother and I
became a little concerned

when we received
your last postcard.

Well, why? It said,

"Having a wonderful time.

Wish I were dead."

Daddy, why don't you
just sit here, and I'll get us

a couple of beers or something.

Everybody, psst, psst,
come here, come here.

Listen, I need your help.

Listen, my... my dad
can be kind of critical,

so let's not go into some
of the dumber things

that I've done while
I've worked here.

Well, what are we gonna
talk to him about?

I don't know.

You could talk to
him about anything.

Talk to him about the weather.

Just... my dad sort of thinks

that I'm some sort of screw up.

No!

Very funny.

It all started when my dad
took me as a little girl

on a tour of his aircraft
carrier, and I...

well, to make a long
story short, I...

I shot something off the boat.

One international incident,
and I am branded for life.

Anyway, I just...
it's just very important

that he thinks that I know
what I'm doing,

so let... let's not
bring things up

like losing the liquor license

or, uh... or the flood.

And God forbid, do
not mention the fire.

She lost the liquor license,

and then she flooded the place?

That's not the capper.

Then, she burned it down.

Oh, Pookie.

You burned down the bar.

I know, I was gonna tell you,
but I thought you'd be mad.

I see.

It's the playroom incident
all over again.

Pookie, I'm very
concerned about you.

I mean, let's review.

Oh, no, Daddy, let's not review.

In the past year,

you tried to have a baby

with a man
you weren't married to,

you burned down
your place of business,

and now, according
to your last letter,

you want another raise
in your allowance.

Uh, excuse me, did you just say,

"a raise in her allowance"?

No, he did not say,
"raise in allowance".

He said...

"That old, lazy Jack Palance."

Daddy,

what say we go have some lunch?

Come on.

Let's talk about the family.

How is Susan doing?

Oh, your sister is fine.

She got a raise and a promotion.

That bitch.

Hey, guys.

Guys, guess what grown-up
bar manager

is still getting an allowance
from her Navy dad.

Who?

An allowance, huh?

That explains how she
can afford a fancy car

and that apartment of hers.

Boy, imagine somebody getting

an allowance at her age, huh?

My ma cut me off when I was 30.

No ifs, ands or buts,
and it hurt, I tell you.

Hurt like hell.

Oh, but it had a happy ending.

Made you more self-reliant,
Cliffie?

Nah, nah, a couple years later,
her pension fund went bankrupt.

She had to come crawling to me
for some dough.

Yeah, I just gave her
the old horse laugh.

What goes around, huh, boys?

It's got to be just so
demeaning, you know?

You're living your
life on the dole

the whole time...
take, take, take.

You want that on your tab?

Yeah, please.

How can she look at herself
in the mirror?

I would die of embarrassment.

How was lunch, sweetheart?

It was terrific.

You know, when I was a kid,
I used to be afraid of my dad

'cause he was sort of pushy
and overbearing,

but I'll tell you, we have
really learned to communicate.

It's just like two adults,
one on one.

You mean like one adult

asks the other one for a raise
in their allowance,

and the other adult
says, "Okay, Pookie"?

Very, very funny, Carla.

Now, now, now,
let's not all jump

down Rebecca's throat.

I received a stipend
from my father for a time,

a little out-of-pocket money
to spend as I saw fit

on entertainment, what have you.

So, you see, I've been through

exactly what Rebecca's
going through right now.

Thank you, Frasier.

And then, I turned 11.

Hi, Woody. Oh, hi, honey.

Did you find the apartment?

Yes, Mr. Smarty-Pants,
I found it.

Very funny.

Now, where's
your real apartment?

What are you talking about?

Woody, the place
you gave me directions to

was this stinky little room
with bars on the window

and an old Farrah Fawcett
poster on the wall.

Hey, I'm married, not dead.

Woody,

please let my family
buy us a house.

Don't make me go back
to that place.

Kelly, that's our home.

That's all I can afford,

and that's where
we're gonna live.

Well, Mr. "No wife of mine

"will have her family
buy us a house

even if we have to live
like peasants" Boyd,

if you insist,

then I guess I have no choice.

Well, first of all,
that's not my name.

And second of all, I do insist.

Fine, I'll move my furniture in

first thing this afternoon.

I have to tell you, Woody Boyd,

this is the worst day
of my life,

and I wish I was dead.

Bye, everybody.

Oh.

Thank you.

Hey, pretty boy!

Where's my daughter?

Well, she's in the office.
You want me to go get her?

No, Woody, I think
he was talking to me.

Oh, right.

Maybe a few years ago.

God, this place makes me sick.

Bunch of indolent do-nothings

sitting around
on their fat cans.

You know, if you squint
really hard, it could be Vera.

You know, I happen to agree

with you there, Captain.

But then again, uh, we men of
uniform tend to think alike.

That's not a uniform,
that's a costume.

Doesn't become a uniform
till you strap on a side arm.

You ever done that, son?

Some days, when I'm
feeling jittery.

Oh, Daddy.

You're back.

Pookie, I've been
doing some thinking.

We've got to talk.

Sit down.

Not another review.

Yes.

Another review.

Princess, we have
a situation here.

Now, I've butted out
of your life for 39 years.

Thirty-five, Daddy.

Honey, I was there.

I've come to two decisions.

One: I've decided
not to up your allowance.

Two...

I don't want to hear two.

Well, you're going to.

Two: I've decided to pull
the plug on your Boston life.

You're coming back home
to live with your mother and me.

What?!

I'm sorry to say
you've made a mess of things.

Now, I'm going back
to my hotel to pack.

I expect you to do the same.

H-Hold it a second, Daddy.

You can't do this to me.

I am a grown woman.

I'm an adult!

I can stand on my own two feet.

You heard me.

You're coming back home with me.

I hate you!

I hate you! I hate you!
I hate you!

I wish I was adopted!

I wish I was never born!

I don't mind telling you

that went a lot better
than I thought it would.

Well, Malone, how long do you
think she can stay in there?

Sorry to say, sir,

for a long time.

There's food in there,
there's water,

and the sofa pulls out
into a bed.

Well, there's a shock, sex boy.

Hey. You asked...

Daddy,

I've thought it over.

You were right as usual.

So I'll pack my things
and come home with you.

Well, just don't stand there.

Wait, wait, wait,
you can't, you...

You're not just gonna pack up
and go live in San Diego.

Why not? Who am I kidding?

You heard him.

I'm just a failure
here in Boston.

Oh, sure, I say it five years
ago and get yelled at.

You're doing the right thing,
sweetheart.

Your old room
is waiting for you.

You'll have a chance to regroup,
get your life back in order.

Yeah, that's how they
try to sell it to you,

but read the small,
fine print, baby.

After a couple of weeks,

you'll be crazier
than a rat in a coffee can.

You'd better be running along,
sweetheart.

You've got a lot to do.

I'll meet you back here tonight.

That-Wait-wait-wait.

That's it? You're
just gonna do it?

Well, he is my daddy.

Well,

well, he...

Well, you may not be able
to do it, but I can.

Excuse me for a minute, sir.

You know, if you don't
mind me saying so,

I-I don't think
you're being fair.

You can't ask her
to pack up and go

just 'cause you don't
think she made it.

Was it that kind of persuasive
arguing that got my daughter

into trying to conceive
your bastard child?

Boy, you-you really just can't
see your way past that, can you?

Everyone, I-I-I have
something to say to you.

I came here to this bar
five years ago

a strong, independent
business woman.

And now I'm going
to go back home

and move back in
with Mommy and Daddy.

You've all really
touched my life.

Captain Howe,
I normally make it a point

not to butt into people's
personal affairs, but, sir,

you are quite possibly
the meanest,

most loathsome father
I've ever seen.

Don't get your panties
in a bunch, son.

She's not going anywhere.

I beg your pardon?

I was using reverse psychology.

I tell her she's failed

and demand that she
come home with me.

She, in an effort to prove me
wrong, stands up to me,

tells me off, then refuses
to take any more money

from her mother and me.

We don't even have
her old room anymore.

It's a sewing room.

Oh, that's ni-
Y-Your wife sews, huh?

Don't impose gender roles on me.

Trust me.

I know my daughter.

It may take a little while,
but eventually

she'll screw up her nerve,

she'll walk through that door,
and she'll tell me off.

In the meantime, I'll just,
uh, stay here and wait.

Give me a beer.

Sir, did I ever tell you that,
uh, I was in the Coast Guard?

Coast Guard, huh?

Well, you must be
very proud, Miss.

So buy a girl a drink?

Honey, it's open.

Uh, Kelly?

What is all this?

You told me to move
all my furniture in so I did.

Why? Is there a problem?

Well, do you think you laid
it out in the best possible way?

I don't think it matters, Woody.

We'll just live
in a cramped apartment.

All right, you win.

I'll call the realtor,
and-and, uh...

and we'll go look
at houses, okay?

You better hurry.

I can't feel my legs.

As a man who has 30 years
of naval experience,

I can say in all confidence
that if that crew got together

and shot Gilligan, they'd have
been off that island in a week.

Problem solved.

Well, I see it didn't
take you long

to suck him into
your little world there, Norm.

You kidding?

Give me an hour with the Pope,

I'll have him singing
the Mister Ed theme.

So I-I take it Rebecca
hasn't returned yet?

No. I'm getting
worried, too, you know.

If she was gonna stand up to
her father, she'd be here.

And I'm afraid she's
gonna pack and go home.

God, it'll be nice to get
my daughter off the gravy train.

Finally, I can afford to retire.

Daddy, I'm ready to go home.

Uh, uh, just-just a second,
Pookie.

Boy, looks like your little plan
didn't work, huh, sir?

Uh, that-that was not a
criticism, but, uh, you know...

I-I thought that was
gonna work myself.

I thought it was
a damn good plan.

I-I don't understand
why it didn't w...

It should have worked is what...

Is it still hot in here? I'm...

Pookie, uh,

I have a little
confession to make.

You see, I only asked you
to come home with me

so, uh, so you would
stand up to me.

I was using reverse psychology.

Wow.

Yeah.

What time does our plane leave?

No, no, no, no, no, uh, Pookie.

Well, you still don't get it.

I was throwing down the gauntlet

to make you prove that you could

take your life
in your own hands.

Oh, come on, Daddy,
let's get out of here.

No, no, no, no.
You're a big girl, now.

You don't need me anymore.

You can make it on your own.

No, I can't, Daddy.
I do need you.

Well, how about if, uh,

how about if I raise
your allowance 25%?

Just 25%?

Well, I'm a bigger failure
than that, Daddy.

You said so yourself.

Fifty percent.

Fifty percent.

Maybe I can make it.

Look out, Boston.

Pookie, I love you.

I love you, too.

But you know, Daddy,

with the high cost of
living and inflation...

Okay, okay, okay.

Seventy-five percent.

Look, Pookie, can I go home now?

I got to get to work
in the morning.

Oh, Daddy, you work so hard.

When are you gonna
get to retire?

Apparently, when they
wrap a flag around me

and slide me off the ship.

Rebecca Howe,

you shamelessly extorted money

from your own father.

High five!

Wait-wait-wait a minute.

So you were never
planning to leave?

No way.

When did you cook
this whole thing up?

When I went in the office
when I was mad,

I called my mother
to ask her what to do.

Huh, Mom.

Becks again.

Yeah.

The fish bit.

Mother, Mother,

your cut is in the mail.