All language subtitles for The Jetsons s01e07 The Flying Suit.eng

[theme song]

? Meet George Jetson ?

? His boy Elroy ?

? Daughter Judy ?

? Jane his wife ??

[instrumental music]

(male narrator)
"The Jetsons"

brought to you by..

(male narrator)
This is Spacely Space Sprockets.

The home of big business

where big wheels
wheel and deal.

And this is George Jetson

a small wheel

with a big deal on his mind
at the moment.

[humming]

I wonder if ol' Spacely
will give me the afternoon off.

Boy, oh, boy.
I'm glad it's Wednesday.

These three-day work weeks
are murder.

I think I'll give him
the computeritus sick routine.

Ah, no, no,
I used that last week.

I know, I know. I'll try
the nuclear phobia bit.

Ha-ha, yeah.
That oughta do it.

Hello, Mr. Jetson.

Hello, Ms. Galaxy.
Hey, uh, is old Blastoff in?

No. But Mr. Spacely is.
Just a moment.

[snoring]

[buzzing]

[gasps]
Yes, Ms. Galaxy? Uh, what is it?

George Jetson to see you,
Mr. Blastoff.

- Huh?
- Sir, I-I mean..

Uh, Mr. Spacely, sir.

Oh, yeah. I know. He-he's late.

- Send him in.
- Yes, sir.

Okay, you can go in.

But aren't you a little late

with your afternoon off
this week, hm?

[chuckles] That's very funny.
You should be in show business.

There's a bus leaving at 9:00.
Get on it.

For whatever the gag is.

Ah, good afternoon,
Mr. Spacely, sir.

I was just wondering if-

No! You can't have
the afternoon off.

[whooshing]

crash

Now get back to work, Jetson.

Shee! I wonder why
he had that installed.

(male narrator) At this moment,
approaching Spacely Space Sprockets

is the big wheel
of Cogswell Cosmic Cogs

Mr. Cogswell himself

to start wheeling and dealing
a big deal for himself.

whirr

Well, I hope ol' Spacely
has decided to merge

with Cogswell's Cosmic Cogs
because if he don't

this place will wind up
selling space cycles. Ha-ha!

Why, Mr. Cogswell!
Good afternoon, sir.

Ah! Don't announce me,
Ms. Galaxy.

I, uh, I always like
to come on fast and strong.

Sort of a Cogswell trademark.
Ha-ha-ha.

Hiya, Spacely!

Did you accept my offer?
Uh, when do we merge?

The first Sunday that comes
in the middle of the week.

Now, now, Spacely. Ha-ha.

Let's not be bitter.

After all, you will still be
one of my vice presidents.

- Smoke, Spacely?
- 'No, thanks.'

(Spacely)
'There's too much hot air around here now.'

You realize, of course,
that, uh, if we don't merge

it could mean the end
of Spacely Space Sprockets.

- You're bluffing, Cogswell.
- Not at all, Spacely.

Our research boys
have engineered

a scientific breakthrough

which will make space sprockets
as obsolete as jet engines.

Ah, I still say you're bluffing,
Cogswell. I don't believe it.

Well, it's too bad, Spacely.

It's been
a nice, friendly rivalry.

But that's space business.
Ha-ha-ha.

(Cogswell) 'If you change your
mind, you know where you can reach me.'

Well, just don't hold
your breath waiting.

Arrivederci,Spacely!

[mumbling]

- Mr. Spacely.
- Yes?

It's time
for your eye drops, sir.

Oh, oh, yes. Uh, thanks.

(Galaxy)
'Open, please.'

That Cogswell can't shake me.

I know he's bluffing.

[gulping]
But I wonder what he's up to.

(male narrator)
Meanwhile, back at Cogswell's Cosmic Cogs..

Well, is everything ready,
Moonstone?

Yes, sir, Mr. Cogswell.

Um, our new flight suit
is all set for testing.

Ah! Good, good.

If all goes well,
we'll spring it

on the board of directors
in the morning.

Sort of springboard it.
Ha-ha-ha.

Well, let's proceed with
the demonstration, Moonstone.

Okay, Harlan.
Bring out the X-1500.

(Harlan)
'Yes, sir. Coming right out, sir.'

[trumpet blaring]

(Cogswell)
'Why, it looks just like an ordinary suit.'

Is this a gag, Moonstone?

Oh, no, Mr. Cogswell.

With this suit on,
a man can fly like a bird.

The suit is wired to operate

on a brain-wave frequency
of 200 cerebella.

It obeys the slightest
mental command instantly. Uh,

- 'Proceed, Harlan.'
- Yes, sir, sir.

(Moonstone)
Anyone can operate the suit, Mr. Cogswell.

No checkout or experience
is necessary.

Amazing! Amazing! Ha-ha.

It's all you said it was,
Moonstone. Congratulations!

Uh, thank you, sir. Ha-ha.

(Moonstone)
'In addition, the maneuverability'

'of the X-1500 is unlimited.'

'It merely follows the movement
pattern of the wearer.'

Fantastic, Moonstone!
We are geniuses!

[whooshing]

And it can reach a speed
of Mach 4.

crash

Watch it
with those sonic booms, Harlan!

- Sorry, sir.
- Okay.

- Now, take her down.
- Roger, sir.

(Moonstone)
'You notice how we can come from maximum speed'

'to an instant halt.'

screech

'And make a soft landing
free from any G-forces.'

(Cogswell)
I am flabbergasted!

Alright, Harlan, better take
the X-1500 to the cleaners.

We want a freshly-pressed
suit

'for the board-of-directors
demonstration tomorrow.'

Yes, sir, sir. I'll have it done
right away, sir.

Sir, sir. sir.

Moonstone, this could mean
the end of space cars.

The end of space sprockets
also, sir. Ha-ha.

Yes. Especially
Spacely Space Sprockets.

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

Maybe I ought to take
one of those over-skies jobs

on Mars or Venus.

At least, I'd be rid
of that slave driver, Spacely.

Then maybe I could get an
afternoon off once in a while.

[telephone ringing]

- Hello, dear.
- 'Yeah, Jane. What's up?'

George, will you please
drop by the cleaners

and pick up your suit?

I've been so busy all day

'I just simply
forgot to get it.'

- Oh, now, look, Janey, I-I-
- Thanks, dear. Bye!

Oh, great. The cleaners
is 500 miles out of my way.

It'll take an extra 30 seconds
just to get there.

I wish Jane could organize
her routine more efficiently.

Hey, Herbie, make this suit
a rush job, will ya?

And bill the Cogswell Company.

Okay, Harlan.
I'll put it in special.

Only takes 15 seconds that way.

- 'Just hang it on the hook.'
- Right, on the hook.

This new high-speed sound-wave
cleaning makes this job a snap.

Be right back, Herb.

Gotta put some dough
in the old space meter.

Hi, Herbie. Ms. Jetson said
I should pick up my suit.

- Is it ready?
- Oh, hiya, Mr. Jetson.

Uh, uh, yeah, I'll send it
right out. Uh, just a minute.

[beeping]

[whirring]

Here it is! Comin' up!

Thanks, Herb.
Put it on my bill, huh?

Ah! Thanks, Herb.
I see my suit's ready.

(Herb)
'Uh, yeah. Take it away, Harlan.'

Hm, hope I didn't mix
those suits up.

Be seeing you, Herb.

[explosion]

Well, back to the drawing board.

Elroy! You've been
splitting atoms again.

(Elroy)
Only a couple, mom.

See, I'm trying
to invent some tablets

that'll make you fly.

Oh, that's ridiculous!

Now, clean up this mess
before your father comes home.

(Elroy)
Okay, mom.

Gee, maybe I should cut down
on the uranium mixture.

Okay, everybody, I'm home!
The king is here.

Let's make with the big welcome!

And here they come.

Ha-ha-ha! What devotion!
What love! What the..

What kind of a welcome is that?

[explosion]

(Elroy)
'Yippee! Yippee! I think I got it.'

George, are you alright?

(George)
'Ah! Yeah, I-I-I think so.'

'W-wh-what happened?'

Elroy has been working
on his experiments again.

Hi, dad. You wanna be the first
one to try my new flight pill?

Uh, not now, Elroy.

I gotta change this suit

you dirtied so brilliantly
with your experiments.

It's a good thing I brought this
suit home from the cleaners.

Hm! Seems to be
a little bit tight.

It must have,
must have shrunk a bit.

How about it, dad? You wanna try
my flying pill now?

Oh, alright, I'll try it if you
promise not to make any more.

Now, what am I supposed
to do with it?

- 'Swallow it.'
- Swallow it?

- Do you think it's safe?
- 'Oh, sure, dad.'

(Elroy)
'Go ahead, swallow it.'

Okay.

Yuck!

Now fly around the room,
dad.

Okay, but just once.

There you are. I flew around
the room. Are you happy?

And how! Oh, you were great!
Thanks a bunch.

[chuckles]
Flying pills! Ha-ha..

What an imagination!

Hey, wait a minute.
I was flying!

That pill really works, Elroy!
I can fly!

Whee!

Yahoo-oo-oo!

Oh, we'll be rich.
My Elroy is a genius.

[laughs]

Attaboy, dad!
You're doing great!

[George laughing]

Whee-whee, whee-whee!

Oh, boy!
This beats driving any time.

Only thing is,
how do I control myself?

Oh, this is ridiculous. Maybe
I can spin myself straight.

Now, for a fast running start.

Uh-oh. I'm gonna break
the sound barrier.

Better slam on the brakes.

[screeching]

I did it!
I'm starting to catch on!

crash

No hitchhikers, wise guy.
Get off my windshield.

[screams]

Darned hitchhikers
get nervier every day.

Good thing I had that
anti-hitchhiker kit installed.

Boy, what a saw-head.

Uh-oh, I better pull out
of the sky fast

before I hit bottom.

[squawking]
With all the traffic in the sky these days

the only safe place
for us birds is on the ground.

[mumbles]
Sunday driver.

I guess us birds will just
have to go underground.

Unbelievable!
Simply unbelievable!

I'll take a couple of spins
around the house

for good measure and then I'll
break the good news to Janey.

Judy, have you seen your father?

Not in the last five minutes.

He just flew by the window,
mother.

- He what?
- 'He, he flew by the window!'

- 'Promise!'
- This I gotta see.

Hiya, Janey!

George Jetson, you come
in the house this minute.

Oh, boy.
My working days are over.

Gee, pop, you were swell.

Oh, this is it, kiddies.
The end of the rainbow.

Our pot of gold, and we owe
it all to my little son, Elroy.

George, what's going on?

How come
you can fly like that, dad?

I took Elroy's flying pill,
and it really works.

I can fly like a bird.

Yeah, and all I did

was cut down on the uranium.

That's good thinking, Elroy.

This should mean a vice
presidency for me at the plant.

Spacely will put Elroy's pills
into mass production

and we can all retire.

Jumping Jupiter!
We're gonna be rich!

I, I..

I just can't believe it!

(Jane)
'Better hurry, dear, or you'll be late for work.'

(George)
I'm leaving right now. So long, everybody!

Maybe I should have
the name of the company changed

to Jetson And Spacely.

Maybe just plain Jetson.
Ha-ha. That's better.

[whistle blows]

- Good morning, Officer Ozone.
- Morning, Jetson.

Huh? Oh, get a hold of yourself,
Ozone.

It's probably
just a space mirage.

Where's that Jetson?
He's two minutes late and he..

So that's it!

Flying around the building
on company time.

[mumbles]

Flying around the building?

- Good morning, Mr. Spacely.
- Jetson! Wha-wha..

- H-h-how did you do that?
- Ha-ha.

Funny you should ask, sir.

You see, my son, Elroy,
the scientist

has invented these flight pills.

You just swallow one
and you can fly.

- Really?
- Absolutely!

Would you care to join me in a
flight around the building, sir?

[gulps]

Why, Jetson, old pal

I'd be delighted.

You know, uh, George, ha-ha

uh, I've always considered you
good executive timber.

You mean, like, vice presidency?

Yeah, yeah. That's it,
uh, vice presidency.

Oh, uh, I'll be right back,
Ms. Galaxy.

(Spacely)
'Uh, gonna buzz around the building for a while'

'with the vice president,
Jetson.'

(George)
Hold on, Mr. Spacely. Here we go!

I-it's true! T-the pills work.
Your boy is a genius.

We'll make him
a vice president, too.

Spacely Space Sprockets
is saved!

You'll be a full partner,
George. May even get a raise.

Now, go home and get Elroy
to make some more flying pills

and I'll show them
to the board of directors.

Right, Mr. Spacely.
I'll be back in a flash!

[chuckles]

Oh, I'd like to see
ol' Cogswell top this.

[laughs]

(Cogswell)
'Well, gentlemen'

we're ready to show you
what the X-1500 can do.

Cosmic Cogs
is proud to demonstrate

the newest wonder
of the 21st century.

This better be good, Cogswell.

We missed a high-level
cocktail party for this.

- Okay, Harlan. Ready?
- 'Ready, uh, uh, sir.'

Gentlemen, this is the
X-1500.

(Cogswell) The first flight-suit
based on the brain-wave principle.

'Mr. Harlan here, a
subordinate'

'will now demonstrate
smooth, quiet flight.'

What the..

crash

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! That hurt, sir.

What is this?
Some kind of a joke, Cogswell?

A joke? Uh, yeah, yeah.

[laughs]
Oh, that Harlan, you know, is a card.

A little joke
he's playing on us.

Okay, Harlan.
You're a riot, you're a riot.

Let's try it again.

[screeching]

I don't get it,
Mr. Cogswell, sir.

Will you quit clowning around?
This is for money.

(Cogswell)
Now, let's try it again.

Help!

boing

And they say
never remove your crash helmet.

Well, Cogswell, can we get back

to our high-level
cocktail party now?

Uh, no, no. Uh, wait!

I will supervise the
demonstration myself, gentlemen.

But-but, Mr. Cogswell, sir.
Listen, sir.

It's not working, sir.

Don't give me that.
I saw it work with my own eyes.

Now, uh, make like a bird,
will ya?

Help!

Are you defying me, Harlan?

crash

Gee, thanks, Mr. Cogswell.
You saved my life.

Well, let's face it, Harlan.

With this flight suit,
we bombed.

[instrumental music]

No hurry cleaning the suit
this time, Herbie.

Just send it back to
Cogswell Cogs when it's ready.

Boy, that suit
went out of style fast.

Hey, uh,
this is Mr. Jetson's suit.

I must've given him
the Cogswell suit by mistake!

Oh, I better get over there and
straighten this out right away.

Have you got any more
flying pills yet, Elroy?

- 'In a minute, dad.'
- 'Oh, George!'

(Jane)
The man from the cleaners is here.

Yeah, I-I'm sorry, Mr.
Jetson.

I gave you the wrong suit
by mistake. This is your suit.

Oh, okay. Let me have it.
I'll switch suits right away.

Funny I didn't notice it.

But the fit was so good,
I thought it was mine.

There you are, Herb.
Now we both have the right suit.

Oh, uh, thanks, Mrs. Jetson.

I'll return this
to its owner. Bye!

Got those pills yet, Elroy?

[explosion]

Here you are, dad.
A brand-new batch.

(George) Uh, thanks, Elroy. I'll
take these to the plant right away.

Mr. Spacely wants me
to demonstrate

to his board of directors.

[gulps]

See you in orbit!

crash

(George)
'Help! Help!'

George, what happened?

How should I know?
Just get me back in!

Do something, quick!

I don't get it, dad.
I used the exact same formula.

Well, well,
how come I can't fly anymore?

I don't know,
it must've been some kind

of scien-terrific accident
the first time.

(Elroy)
'It might not happen again for a million years.'

Well, I can't wait that long.

What about Mr. Spacely and
the board of directors, George?

I'm just gonna have
to tell them, I guess.

Boy, this has been the shortest
vice presidency in history.

And, gentlemen,
I promise this invention

will put Spacely Sprockets
right on top of the heap.

- Mr. Jetson is here, sir.
- Uh, good, good. Send him in.

Oh, you guys won't believe this.

(George)
'Uh, uh, Mr. Spacely, sir, I-I-'

- George!
- I-I should explain, sir, tha-

Uh, quiet, Jetson.
Uh, uh, give me those pills.

And now, gentlemen,
for the first time anywhere

I shall personally
demonstrate

our new flying pill.

Mr. Spacely, please.
Please, let me explain.

(Spacely)
'Are you telling me how to run my business,

- Uh, no, sir.
- 'Then keep quiet.'

Eh, now it's off
into the wild blue yonder!

[thuds]

[laughing]
Pretty wild

but I don't know
about the blue yonder.

[laughing]
I, uh

I didn't quite reach
escape velocity that time.

But, uh, I'll fix that.

crash

Poor Spacely,
he's finally flipped.

I knew it'd happen someday.

I know these pills work. M-maybe
I just need a stronger dose.

Don't do it, Mr. Spacely.
Don't do it!

(Spacely)
Shut up, Jetson.

Uh, now watch me
make like a bird, gentlemen.

Geronimo!

Don't panic, Mr. Spacely,
I'll save you!

Jetson, you're fired!

I wonder if he can do that
to a vice president.

crash

Now, will you please give me
a chance to explain?

So the formula
is lost forever, huh?

For a million years or so
anyway, sir.

Well, this means
the end of Spacely Sprockets.

I may as well call Cogswell
and give up.

He can have his merger.

I suppose you called
to rub it in, eh, Spacely?

- Rub it in?
- You know what I mean.

The X-1500 flying suit
bombed out.

So if you'll excuse me

it's time for me
to throw darts at your picture.

Goodbye!

Oh, uh, Mr. Cogswell, sir.

The X-1500 flying suit is back
from the cleaners, sir.

(Harlan)
'What shall I do with it, sir?'

Throw it out the window!
What do I care?

Ye-yes, sir, sir.

Ah, the life on the open road.

Hey, what's this?

Boy, I've heard of pennies
from heaven, but suits? Never!

'But who am I to look some
gift threads in the mouth?'

Hm! Not bad!

Sorta gives the old frame
some class.

And away we go!

Nothing like a new suit
to give a guy a lift

but this is ridiculous!

Oh, well, might as well
fly south for the winter.

Bee-beep, bee-beep.

Gosh, what a day!

I almost became vice president
and I almost lost my job.

No more get-rich schemes
for me.

If I never live to see a guy
fly again, it'll be too soon.

- 'Bee-beep, bee-beep.'
- Huh?

Bee-beep.

Bee-beep.

Bee-beep.

No. I don't believe it!

Bee-beep, bee-beep.

Oh, I'm sick.
I gotta see a doctor.

'Bee-beep, bee-beep.
Bee-beep.'

[theme music]

[snarls]

Help! Help!

Jane, stop this crazy thing!

Jane!

Help, Jane!

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