All language subtitles for Hazel S01E31 Rock-A-Bye Baby.DVDRip.NonHI.cc.en.SNY

Oh, Hazel, that old
diary of yours is terrific.

I'd forgotten so many things.

Read some more,
Hazel. Oh, let's see. Oh.

"Dear Diary,
Remember I told you...

"about this new boyfriend
Missy's been datin' once in a while?

"Well, he was here this
evenin' listenin' to records,

"and I had a chance to
give him the once-over.

"Frankly, I ain't too impressed.

"I told him a swell joke,
and he didn't even get it.

His favorite
saying is 'hot zing.'"

Oh, if he's typical
of your suitors,

no wonder you proposed to me
the minute you set eyes on me. Oh!

"And when he cracks his
knuckles, it sounds like firecrackers.

He cracks them a lot."

Go on, Hazel. Go on.

Well, no, I don't
think I ought to, Mr. B.

Well, now, who's
boss around here?

- You are.
- Well, then go on.

Well, if you insist,
then you better read it.

"He cracks his
knuckles like firecrackers.

"He cracks them a lot.

"And when he crosses his eyes, he
expects everyone to fall down laughing.

I think we can scratch
George Baxter off our list."

Oh, that Miss Johnson's so proud
of her grandnephew, she could bust.

Mrs. Johnson isn't the only one.
Angela and David named him after me.

Oh, ain't that nice.

You know, he's the first baby
in our family for over 20 years.

It's a pretty big responsibility.
I had to take out life insurance.

Oh, sure. It's a
big responsibility.

But there ain't nothin' so wonderful as a
helpless little baby that needs your care.

I feel pretty good when I
give him his 2:00 a.m. bottle.

David's always taking
the 2:00 a.m. feeding...

so I can get a
good night's rest.

And the song I always sing to
him is the Princeton fight song.

David's very loyal
to his alma mater.

- How many children
do you have, Hazel?
- Oh, I don't have none, honey.

None of my own.
But I was the oldest,

so I took care of my sisters
and brothers, and then Missy,

and now I'm helping
out with Harold.

You're doing a splendid
job, Hazel. Splendid.

Oh, thanks, Mr. Johnson.

He's through with his bottle,
Hazel. Would you like to hold him?

Would I? That's
like asking a kid...

if he'd like a rock
candy mountain.

Oh. There ain't nothin'
so wonderful as a baby.

Herbert, that was a telephone
call from Miss Simmons.

Simmons? Do we
know a Miss Simmons?

You remember. She's
the nurse we hired...

to help us with little Herbert
while the children are on vacation.

- Oh, yes.
- The only trouble now...

is she's being detained and
can't get here till late this afternoon.

Oh, well, don't you worry
about that, Mrs. Johnson.

I got an easy day over at the Baxters',
and I'd be glad to take care of things.

Knock, knock.

Who's there? By George!

By George who?

By George, will you feel
neglected if I play poker tonight?

Oh, not at all. Not at all?

Well, not enough to
make a fuss about it. Oh.

Well, I ran into Norman and
Vic down at the drugstore,

and they passed out 10 or 12 hints about
Hazel's famous midnight poker suppers.

So guess where we're playing?

You better let her know. She's
over at the Johnsons'. Uh-oh.

What big calamity is she
straightening out this time?

I'll bet she's
playing patty-cake.

Mrs. Johnson's niece and her
husband and baby are over there.

- I didn't know
they were coming to town.
- Well, only the baby's staying.

- The parents are going
on a two-week vacation.
- Oh, great. Here we go again.

- Here we go again where?
- It'll be exactly
the way it was...

when the Blake children
moved in on the other side of us.

She'll be spending more time
with that baby than she will be here.

Did Hazel ever neglect her duties
here because of the Blake children?

Well, no, I guess not.

But the point is, Hazel
always gets involved.

And when she gets involved,
inevitably somehow I get involved too.

How could she possibly get you
involved with that baby, George?

That, Dorothy, is beyond
my power to predict.

But she will.
Believe me, she will.

Hello? Hello? Speak up, please.

I can't hear you. Hello!

Harriet, sounds like long-distance.
Most likely your sister in Seattle.

Mr. Johnson, this
is not long-distance.

- Hello, Josephine.
- Mrs. Johnson,
this is not Josephine.

- This is George Baxter, and...
- George! What are you
doing in Seattle?

I'm not in Seattle!
I'm right here at home!

Oh, I am glad.

And when are you coming
over to see our baby?

Well, I don't know,
Mrs. Johnson.

I'm going over to the driving
range this afternoon and...

Well, yes, I'm sure he's very
unusual and... Well, maybe later.

Now, will you please tell
Hazel to come right home?

Thank you, Mrs.
Johnson. Good-bye.

Honestly, women and babies.

Now, what's so special
about a baby? Oh, George!

You've forgotten.

Did he say he wanted
me to come right over?

Yes, he did, Hazel. Oh.

Well, thanks for
lettin' me hold him.

What time did you say that
professional nurse was gonna be here?

She just said some
time late this afternoon.

Gee, I hope it's not too late. We
wanna get to Crystal Lake before dark.

Well, after I see
what Mr. B. wants,

maybe I'll come back and visit with
him some more if it's all right with you.

Of course, Hazel.
You're always welcome.

Please come back, Hazel. You
can put him down for his nap.

You wanted to see me,
Mr. B.? Yes, Hazel, I did.

I'm having a poker
party tonight. Oh.

And you want me to put on
my usual terrific feed, huh?

That's right. There'll be five of
us. The same bunch as last time?

Yes. Oh. Your friends from Yale.

That's right. Oh, I love
puttin' on a spread for them.

Well, good. Then
you won't mind...

staying away from the Johnsons'
for a while to get it organized.

Oh, I'll have this done
in no time. Hello, Al?

This is Hazel. Mr. B.'s having
a poker party tonight for five.

Would you send over
the order? Thanks, Al.

Bye. Hazel, wait a minute.

You must have baby fever or something.
You forgot to give him the order.

Oh, no, no, I ain't, Mr. B.

You see, I have this
system for special meals,

like turkey dinner for
Christmas, ham dinner for Easter,

prime rib roast for your birthday,
and cold cuts for the poker party.

And Al has marketin' lists
to go with each one of them.

It saves me time. So now, if
there's nothing else you want, Mr. B.

Hazel, there's one more thing.

I wanna warn you not to interfere
over at the Johnsons' with that baby.

Oh, I ain't interferin'. They
want me. I'm welcome.

♪ Lullaby and good night ♪

♪ With roses bedight ♪

♪ Creep into thy bed ♪

♪ And pillow thy head ♪

♪♪

Oh, he's just so sweet,
I can hardly stand it.

You want me to run out to the car
and get the rest of the baby's things?

Then I can help you fix up
the spare room as a nursery.

Thank you, Hazel, but we didn't
have room for much in the car.

Here are his bottles
and a few supplies,

and these hold his clothes
and, um, some diapers.

Oh. Well, if you folks'll
excuse me, I just remembered,

I gotta go clean out our attic.

Yeah, Rosie. Will you do that?

Well, I'll leave the
back door open.

Oh, fine. Thanks, Rosie.

Bye.

Oh, hi, Sport. Hi, Hazel.

Hazel, what are all
these things doing here?

Oh, uh, it's stuff I
cleaned out of the attic.

I've been meaning
to do it for weeks.

Well, what prompted you to...
Hazel, these are all baby things.

- Ain't that
an amazin' coincidence?
- What's a coincidence?

Well, I mean, me finding all Harold's
old baby things going to waste,

and that little baby over at the
Johnsons' without a crib to call his own.

It's amazing,
ain't it? Incredible.

So what do you think
we ought to do with all

this stuff we were
gonna throw out anyway?

Well, let's see now.
There's always the Goodwill.

With that little baby without
a crib to call his own?

Or the Salvation Army.
With that little baby...

Hazel, since you left
the decision up to me,

we're gonna give these
things to the Goodwill...

But, Mr. B... after the
Johnsons are through with them.

Oh.

Harold, you got the
best dad in the world.

Sure. I know it. Hazel, are you
gonna give my teddy bear away...

to the Goodwill when the
Johnsons are through with him?

Oh, no, Macgillicuddy.

That's the one thing I wouldn't
do... give away your teddy bear.

Not me. That's good.

I think I'm through with him,
but sometimes I'm not sure.

Herbert seems delighted
with his new nursery, Hazel.

As soon as he starts
talking, he'll thank you for it.

Oh, I ought to thank
him. I'm having a ball.

Oh, it was awfully
kind of you, Hazel,

offering to stay until
the nurse gets here...

so the children could
get an early start.

Between you and me and the
gatepost, I hope she never gets here.

I just wish we had a doll
here so you could practice.

I could give you some
pointers on baby care.

Oh, that's a
wonderful idea, Hazel.

The only trouble is, I gave all my
dolls away a long, long time ago.

Well, I'll run over to the Blakes'.
Maybe Mavis would have a doll.

Wonderful! Eureka!

What is it, Herbert?

I've been giving considerable
thought to this plastic boat.

- Boat?
- My namesake is advanced
for his age, Hazel,

but I don't think he's
quite ready yet for boating.

Oh, I think that's safe
to say, Mr. Johnson.

So not wanting a perfectly
good boat to go to waste,

why don't we put
it on this stand,

fill it with water, and
use it to bathe the baby?

Oh, that's a doozy of an idea.

It means we won't have to carry
him all the way to the bathroom.

Exactly, my dear. By Jove,

I think I've invented something
there's a crying need for.

Perhaps you should
patent it, Herbert.

You could call
it a "Bathinette."

Excellent suggestion,
Hazel. Excellent!

Oh, Herbert, you're so
clever at figuring things out.

Without him, life would
be just one long muddle.

Thank you, my dear.

I'll go get the doll.

She's been over there
for almost two hours now.

Well, finally, here she comes.

Good. Now you
can stop grumbling.

- I don't believe it!
- You don't believe what?

She waved to me and
walked right past the house.

And now, she's
headed for the Blakes'.

- Dorothy, you know what
we're going to do?
- What?

We're going to move,
that's what. Now, George...

Oh, yes, we are. We're going
to move to a nice neighborhood...

where there aren't
any neighbors.

Right now I'm gonna call
the Blakes and remind Hazel...

that we're supposed to have an early
dinner tonight because of my poker party.

Excuse me, Mrs. Baxter.
Rosie, what are you doing here?

I'm fixing your
dinner. You're what?

I'm fixing your dinner!

Is Mr. Baxter getting a little
hard of hearing? No, he's not.

And I wanna know how Hazel
bamboozled you into doing her work for her.

Mr. Baxter, one sunshine girl
doesn't have to bamboozle another.

Our motto is, and I quote,

"A helping hand is the
only kind worth having."

Unquote. And who's cooking
dinner for the Craigs tonight?

The doctor is taking
the missus out to dinner.

He does that quite often.

Rosie, was there anything
you wanted to ask me? Oh, yes.

Did you want Roquefort or Thousand
Island dressing on your salad?

Roquefort, please.
I'll have the...

Oh, yes, Mr. Baxter. I
know. Hazel told me.

Low-cal.

Oh, Herbert,
isn't this exciting?

In no time at all, Hazel has taught
us how to give him his bottle...

and bathe him and diaper him
and burp him and put him to bed.

Don't forget the
two lullabies...

and "This Little
Piggy Went to Market."

Why don't you practice
your song? All right.

♪ Twinkle, twinkle little star ♪

♪ How I wonder what you are ♪

♪ Up above the world so high ♪

♪ Like a diamond in the sky ♪

♪ Where you shed
your little light ♪

♪ Twinkle, twinkle
all the night ♪♪

Oh, that's nice.

That's real nice. Well,
you're a lucky baby.

It ain't every baby has
his own personal glee club.

That must be the
new nurse. Excuse me.

- You know, Hazel, actually,
we don't need the nurse.
- What do you mean?

Well, now that you've taught
us everything there is to know...

about taking care of little
Herbert, she'll only be in the way.

Mr. Johnson, I think you need a little
more experience before you take over.

Well, if you say so, Hazel.

I would like to run
through the burping again.

That's the one thing I
do feel a little shaky on.

All right. Now, you
remember how to hold him?

Well...

That's right. Put him over your
shoulder. Pat him gently on the back,

gently, until he burps.

I think that was a sonic boom,
Mr. Johnson. Did you think you struck gold?

Right through here, please.

This is Miss Simmons.

My husband, Mr. Johnson.
How do you do, Miss Simmons?

How do you do? And Hazel Burke.

Oh, hiya, Miss Simmons.
Boy, you're sure lucky...

to have a chance of
taking care of this baby.

Ain't he a doozy?

He looks healthy enough.

Oh, he's got a
terrific personality.

An infant that young hasn't
had time to develop personality.

Oh, yeah? Wait'll you get a chance to
know this one. How do you like the nursery?

Well, it should be satisfactory as
soon as I've rearranged everything.

Now, I think this crib could
come down this way a bit.

Oh.

And that Bathinette
should be against the wall.

How'd she know what I was
going to call my invention?

I can't imagine, Herbert.

Where can I dispose
of this dirty thing?

Dirty thing? That's
our Harold's teddy bear.

And he don't like to
be held by one ear.

Mrs. Johnson, there's one thing I want
to make clear right from the beginning.

Of course, Miss
Simmons. What is it?

I'll expect your maid to stay
out of my nursery. Your nursery?

My nursery, as I plan
to stay out of her kitchen.

But, my good woman, you...

I have full responsibility of the
infant, and I brook no interference.

Is that clear?
Hazel's not our maid.

- She's our friend.
- Well, that's your privilege,
of course.

Now, if you would all get out of the
room so that I can start my routine.

Quickly! Quickly!

One thing that burns me is
people that... under my nose.

And another thing. She keeps
that uniform of hers so starched,

she's liable to bruise
the poor little baby.

Are you still grouching
about that nurse?

Well, he's such a
sweet little thing.

Is he as sweet as I
was when I was his age?

No baby could ever be as
sweet as you were, Harold.

You're darn tootin'.
And another thing.

Babies need more
than bottles and baths.

They need that little thing
called L-O-V-E... love.

Agreed, and that's exactly what
the Johnsons are there to give him.

L-O-V-E... love.

You mean we're not to be allowed
in the nursery at all, Miss Simmons?

That's exactly what I
mean, Mrs. Johnson.

But I won't make the same mistake again,
Miss Simmons. I can assure you of that.

No, it's much better this way,

and it's much easier for me
to keep Baby on schedule.

His name is Herbert,
and he's named after me.

Mr. Johnson, I take care of
more than 20 babies a year,

and I cannot be expected to
remember a new name every few weeks.

So I call them all Baby.

Oh, I see.

Miss Simmons, when
you're rocking him to sleep,

would it be all right if Mr. Johnson
and I stood out here and sang to him?

We've been practicing the lullabies
that Hazel taught us, and we...

That is absolutely
out of the question.

I don't believe in lullabies. Now,
I'm gonna have to close the door.

It's time for Baby's bath,
and you're creating a draft.

Oh, Herbert, it's not fair.

Our own flesh and blood.
There, there, my dear.

Hazel said that next to rocking him
to sleep, his bath was the most fun.

Now we won't be
able to even watch.

Impossible situation, and I'm
not going to take it sitting down!

I'm going to cope. But
what can you do, Herbert?

I'm going to dismiss
the miserable creature.

But we won't get anyone else.

You know she was the only
nurse available at such short notice.

We'll care for my
namesake ourselves.

Oh, Herbert, do
you think we could?

No doubt about it. We couldn't
have had a finer teacher than Hazel,

and she herself said all we
need's a little more experience.

That's right, and we
certainly can't get it...

standing outside
the nursery door.

Exactly! Now, if you'll
excuse me, I'm going in there.

Oh, Herbert, you're a tiger!

Well, thank you, my dear.

Three lovely ones.
Three lovely ones.

I'll take two. One for me.

One for you. And...

Uh-uh. Hazel, will you please
mind your own business?

George, that's no way for
a Yale man to talk to a lady.

All right, all
right. I'll take one.

One for you, and
three for the dealer.

Well, I'll tell you
what. I'll bet one dollar.

Well, I know you're bluffing,
but I'm short on courage tonight.

I believe you. Well, I'm out.

Me too. Come on,
cowards. Straight, ace high.

Mr. B., you wanna pay me back
that 2.50 I paid out for you yesterday?

Hazel, telephone.
Mrs. Johnson. Oh.

I hope they're
not in any trouble.

You know the one thing that keeps
me from giving up this miserable game?

No. Hazel's midnight supper.

Oh. You're kiddin', Mr. Johnson.

Oh-Oh, please
say you're kiddin'.

Well, don't do nothin'
for a couple of minutes.

I'll call you right
back. Anything wrong?

They fired the
sergeant. Oh, no! Why?

Because she told them they
couldn't come into the nursery.

Well, that does seem
a bit high-handed.

The reason she said it
was because Mr. Johnson...

made a tiny little mistake
when he was burping the baby.

- What little mistake?
- He was burping
Mavis's doll instead.

Well, the poor man. You
know, it does look kind of real.

Hazel, they're not planning on taking
care of that baby themselves, are they?

Oh, sure. Mrs. Johnson's getting
ready to give it the 10:00 feeding.

The only trouble is,
they're out of formula.

So Mr. Johnson called to
ask if I could recommend

a chemist where they
could get some more.

Well, we can help
them with the formula.

I could probably talk them
into gettin' another nurse...

if you could get one
at such short notice.

Which you can't.

I got an idea, but I don't think
we would get Mr. B.'s permission.

Hazel, why don't
you tell me what it is,

and maybe we'll just do it
and tell him about it afterwards.

Well, fellas, it's after
2:00. You wanna quit?

No!

With that meal of
Hazel's under our belts,

we should be good
for the rest of the night.

Sure. Deal 'em, George.

You're a lucky son
of a gun, George,

with a woman like Hazel to
take care of you and the family.

Yes. I was afraid she would
be spending most of her time...

taking care of that
baby next door,

but I see I was wrong,
I'm happy to say.

You know, that baby next
door really has a pair of lungs.

Come on. Come on,
champ. Take your bottle.

Come on. Take
your bottle. Come on.

I don't understand
why he won't take it.

No, neither do I.

That's a hunger cry
if I ever heard one.

Oh, I hope he doesn't
wake up the Johnsons.

Oh, they were so wore out when
they fell into our guest room tonight,

they'll never wake up.

Come on, Herbie.
Take your bottle.

All right, what is
that baby doing here?

He's... He's refusin'
to take his bottle, Mr. B.

That's not what I
mean, and you know it.

The Johnsons' nurse
didn't work out, George,

so we're taking care of the
baby until they get another one.

Oh, for Pete's sake!

And the Johnsons are staying
in the guest room, George,

so they won't be
separated from him.

It was the only solution. Dorothy,
just this afternoon you said,

"Now, George, how could Hazel
get you involved with that baby?"

I know why he
won't take his bottle.

His dad's always giving
him the 2:00 feeding.

So I guess you'll have to take
over, Mr. B. Oh, now, this is ridicul...

He wants to come
to you, darling.

Oh...

Now.

Kind of takes you back to when Harold was
a little baby. Ain't that right, Mr. B.?

Yes, Hazel, it does.

Kind of a nice
feeling, ain't it?

Yes, it is.

Now why don't you sit
right down here, Mr. B.,

and you rock him
and sing to him,

and then he'll take
the bottle from you.

Well, all right.
We'll give it a try.

♪ Rockaby baby ♪

♪ On the treetop ♪

♪ When the wind
blows the baker... ♪

He's not taking it. Well, that's
because you ain't singin' the right song.

His dad always sings
the Princeton fight song.

The Princeton fight
song? Why, I'm a Yale man!

Well, it's for a good cause,
George. We won't snitch.

All right.

♪ Crash through
the line of blue ♪

Oh, come on, Mr. B.
You're doing swell.

Well, I'm not gonna be the only
one to have this on his conscience.

Come on. We'll all
sing along with George.

All right, coward.

♪ Crash through
the line of blue ♪

♪ And send the backs
on round the end ♪

♪ Fight, fight for every yard ♪

♪ Princeton's honor to
defend Rah, rah, rah ♪

♪ Rah, tiger sis boom bah ♪

Missy, look, he's
taking the bottle.

♪ For we'll fight with a vim
that is dead sure to win ♪

♪ For old Nassau ♪♪
♪ For old Nassau ♪♪

His own personal glee club.

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