All language subtitles for S3E9-Ed The Pilgrim_Subtítulos01.ENG

[whinnies]

Hello. I'm Mr. Ed.

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse, of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous Mr. Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you the answer
that you'll endorse ♪

♪ He's always
on a steady course ♪

♪ Talk to Mr. Ed ♪

[Mr. Ed humming]

What is this?

Happy Thanksgiving,Wilbur.

The same to you, Ed,

but have you been in
the Addisons' garden again?

Not all of me,
just my head.

The spirit of Thanksgiving
is giving, not taking.

So Addison gave,
and we took.

I appreciate the thought,
Ed,

but you've got to
learn to understand

the purpose of a fence.

It's to divide one man's
property from another.

You shouldn't steal
the Addisons' gardenias.

I'm sorry, Wilbur.

You are?

I'm sorry
my neck isn't longer,

or you'd have had roses.

Get back into your stall.
Go on!

Ohhh!

Lucky you weren't caught,

or the Addisons
would be stuffing a horse now

instead of a turkey.

Wilbur!

Yes, dear?

Ahhh.

Good morning, Mr. Ed.

Honey, do you think a 15-pound
turkey will be enough?

Well, that's enough for me,
but what are you going to eat?

Oh, stop joking.
I have to know.

Kay and Roger are coming
for Thanksgiving dinner.

Now, what kind of dressing
would you like?

I've got an idea.

You've always gone
to a lot of trouble

cooking that dinner.

This year, it's going
to be different.

Ooh, you're going to cook.

Nah, let's live
this Thanksgiving.

Roger and I will take
you and Kay out for dinner.

Oh, thank you, darling!
That's wonderful!

You know, I've got the most
thoughtful husband in the world.

Yep, you picked the orchid
in the garden of love.

Well, I'd better go
tell Kay our plans.

Hey, orchid boy!

What's this jazz
about eating out?

Well, you know how it is, Ed.

A man's gotta think
of the little woman.

- How about the little horse?
- Forget it, Ed.

Thanksgiving is for people,
not for horses.

- See you later.
- Oh!

Well, thanks, Ed.

You're, uh, you're being
very considerate today, fella.

Please, Wilbur, please,

I don't want to eat alone
on Thanksgiving.

I'll be crying in my hay.

Please be reasonable.

Oh, don't you love
your horsey?

Yeah, and I love
my wifey too.

Choose between us.

Okay, I choose Carol.

I'll put it another way.

Please don't put me
on the spot.

[Ed crying]

Look, Ed, when you cry,

you make me feel
like crying, too.

I have no daddy.

I want to eat with you,
Wilbur.

[laugher]

Oh, you win, as usual.

Oh, bless you,
bless you!

Yeah, now I've gotta see

if I can talk Carol
out of eating out

or into eating in.

Uh, Wilbur, be crafty.
Women are very foxy.

Just leave it to me, Ed.

When I get finished
with Carol,

she'll be glad to eat at home.

You go back in your stall,
huh?

- You find a restaurant, dear?
- Not yet.

All the restaurants
are advertising Thanksgiving dinners.

Honey, where would you
like to eat?

Oh, no, dear.
This is your day!

Any place you pick,
fine with me.

- Any place?
- Any place.

How about
the Gondolier Room?

That greasy spoon?

What's wrong with it?

That chef is so bad,

his kitchen should be
declared a disaster area.

But if you want to eat there,
dear, why--

Oh, no, no, Wilbur.

Maybe you ought to
pick the place.

Me? Oh, no, no, dear, no.

Your taste
is good enough for me.

You pick out some spot,
that's where we'll go.

Okay.

How about Peralto's?

If you want to go
to Peralto's,

Peralto's it is,

but we'd better have
a little snack before we leave.

Why?

They serve
very generous portions.

Yeah, but that service,
it's slow.

Between the soup and the salad,
your credit card expires.

But if you want to go there,
dear, it's fine with me.

No, no, Wilbur.
I want you to be happy, too.

Valencia's
on Sunset Boulevard!

Now, there--
there is a great restaurant.

And the service
is excellent!

Four waiters
to every table.

And they need them.

It takes four men
to carry in that check.

Wilbur, do me a favor.
You pick out the place.

Me? Oh, what do I know
about restaurants?

That talk about taking me
out to dinner was fun.

Let's play it again
next year.

Honey,
the best is none too good for my little wife.

Valencia's it is!

Wonderful.

Who cares what it costs?

I care how much it costs.

But, doll,
I've already told Carol

we're going to Valencia's
with them.

What possible excuse
could I give for backing out?

I just don't like
to be gouged.

I go to one of
those fancy restaurants,

I have to tip
the parking lot attendant.

I have to tip
the hat check girl.

I have to tip the maitre d'.

And before you know it,

there goes 50 cents
down the drain.

I tip generously--
not frequently, but generously.

Sweetheart, we have just
got to go out this year.

Every Thanksgiving,
we have dinner at the Posts'.

And I've never
complained once.

Thanksgiving is a time
for family togetherness,

and it should be spent at home

in the tradition
of the holiday.

Kay, my mind is made up.

Now, if the Posts
want to go, let them.

[doorbell]

I'll get it, Sugar Daddy.

Hi, Kay.

Wilbur made a reservation
for 7:00 at Valencia's.

Is that okay with you two?

Well, I, I'm afraid you'll
have to forget about us, Carol.

My lumbago
is acting up again.

Oh, I'm sorry.
We were looking forward

to taking you and Kay
out to dinner.

Oh?

Roger,
it's only a short drive.

Are you sure
you couldn't make it?

Well, we, we, we would
like to be with you kids.

Well, all right.

And if the pain gets too bad,
I can always grit my teeth.

Around a turkey leg.

Congratulations, sweetheart.

What for?

You've just discovered
a miracle cure for lumbago.

Hey, what are you doing?

Going home to Mother.

What for?

I want to be with my family
on Thanksgiving.

Ed, we're your family.

Then how come
you're eating out

and I'm eating in?

Ed, your mother
is 100 miles away on a farm.

How are you
going to get to her?

These are four legs,
you know, not piano stools.

Ed, you're talking
like a child.

[Ed crying]

I want my mama.

Please, Ed,
I've made my plans.

Mommy! Mommy!

All right, Ed.

[Ed crying]

I'm going to have to
talk to Carol first

and see if I can get her
to cook at home.

[Ed crying]

Oh, oh, thank you, Wilbur.

Would you like me to call
and order the turkey, hm?

You stay out of it.
Carol hasn't agreed yet.

I'm going to have to
work on her first.

Okay! Bless you, Wilbur.

- Yeah, yeah.
- [Ed chuckles]

Carol!

Be right down, darling.

[dialing phone]

Hello, operator?

Would you please
test this line?

Yeah, the number is
Poplar 9-1769.

Thank you very much.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Oh, hi, Harry.

Hi. What?

No, no, Harry, kid.
I'm, uh, I'm afraid we can't.

That's very kind of you
to invite us,

but we're, uh,
we're having dinner out

with the Addisons
this year.

Yes, well, you enjoy your
home-cooked dinner, Harry, boy.

Yeah, love to Helen.

No, I'm afraid
that's definite, kid.

Carol and I,
we're eating out.

Good-bye, Harry.

Oh, why,
when did you come down?

Honey,
why didn't you tell me

you wanted to have dinner
at home?

Oh, no, you forget
about that call.

No, we are eating
at Valencia's.

I love their K-rations--
uh, turkey.

I'm calling the butcher
right now

and order a turkey,

and I don't want to hear
another word.

[doorbell]

I'll get it. You go ahead.

Here's your turkey,
Mr. Post.

Turkey? What turkey?

Oh, you phoned and ordered
a turkey an hour ago.

[Wilbur stuttering]

Turkey? What turkey?

And two quarts
of cranberry sauce

and five bunches of carrots.

Cranberries and five bunches
of, of carrots?

Mr. Post,
don't you want this turkey?

Well, as long as
you're here.

Never mind.

This is one turkey that will
not be left at the post.

Take it back, Henry.

[door closing]

Heh-heh, that's very good,
left at the post.

Quick as a flash, too.
I tell you.

You really had me fooled
with that phone call.

Now, look, Carol,
I don't want any arguments.

We are dining out,
and that is an order.

[Ed barking like a dog]

Now cut that out.

If there's anything
I can't stand,

it's a wise guy horse.

Me, too.

I'm glad
I'm a cocker spaniel.

[barking]

Why did you order that turkey
without my permission?

I would have had it
all set with Carol,

if you hadn't phoned
the butcher.

Ah, me and my big mouth.

I'm afraid your big mouth
will be eating by itself.

But, Wilbur, you're my family,

and we ought to be together
on my holiday.

Your holiday?

Sure!

If it wasn't for a horse,

there wouldn't be
any Thanksgiving.

What are you talking about?

What did a horse have to do
with Thanksgiving?

Would you like to hear
the real story of Thanksgiving,

the one
they're afraid to tell?

No, I'll wait
until the movie comes out.

Well, it all started in 1620.

That was a bad year, Wilbur,

a terrible year
for the Pilgrims.

The crops were poor.

The winter was cold.

The Indians were hostile.

The only friend
the Pilgrims had

was one brave
early American horse.

Things finally got so bad,

the governor called
an emergency town council.

[murmuring]

I'm starving!
Where's our food?

- You promised us--
- [murmuring]

Silence.
Silence, my friends.

Silence.

We're starving.
Where is our food?

Silence, my brethren.
Shut thy big yaps.

I'm only your governor,
not a magician.

I can't make corn grow
where it refuses to grow.

No one can make corn grow
on this barren land.

Husband, the Indians
are making the corn grow.

Yeah.

Of course, of course.

Hold thy tongue, wife.

And if thou canst not hold it,
step on it.

Watch, Your Excellency.
Your wife speaks the truth!

The Indians do grow corn
on this very same land.

We elected you,
because you promised us

bigger harvests
than the other candidate.

Well, naturally.

I had to win the election
somehow.

But I shall keep my promise,
keep them all,

all in due time.

The time is due.
Putteth up or shuteth up.

Who, who saith that?

Who dareth to speaketh
like thateth?

Calm down, dolleth.

Someone should go
to the Indians

and bring back
their kind of seed,

- and then we shall have corn.
- Of course.

An excellent idea,
an excellent idea, Citizen Smythe.

Someone must brave
the Indian's arrow

and save our little colony.

Uh, husband,
why dost thou not volunteer?

Thou art the governor.

[shouting]

Woman, it is times like this

when I regret buying
two tickets on the Mayflower.

I'll get the seeds
from the Indians.

They'd never hurt a horse.

[whip cracking]

Uh-oh!

Me thinketh
I'll take a back road.

Oh!

And so the gallant,
handsome horse went off

to save the Pilgrims.

Ed, do you really
expect me to believe

it was a horse
who went to the Indians

and got them
to help the Pilgrims?

Were you there, Wilbur?

No.

So, like I say,
it was a horse.

Okay, Ed.
And what happened next?

After three rest stops,

the gallant horse
came to an Indian village,

where lived
many brave warriors

and one
chickenhearted Indian.

The horse found the Chief
in war council.

Must do something
about hostile Pilgrim.

Very quiet in settlement.

They're hungry.

Maybe plan attack on us
for food.

Maybe bring war.

- Mm-hm.
- Yeah.

No need for war.

Hear voice, but see no man.

Must be spirit.

Evil spirit?

Bingo!

Spirit Bingo?

Never hear of this spirit.

Speak to us,
o great Spirit Bingo!

Now hear-um this.

There can be peace
with the Pilgrims.

How?
Tell us how, Great Spirit.

Send a brave with seeds.

Teach them
how to plant corn.

Spirit Bingo now signing off.

Good idea,
but dangerous mission.

What, what brave
can we spare?

Chicken Heart!

Chicken Heart?

Yes, Princess?

My father, the Chief,
wishes to speak with you.

Why me, Chief Thundercloud?

Because you are brave.

Oh, no, me not brave.
Me Chicken Heart.

My father Yellow Tail,
my grandfather White Feather,

my great grandfather
Jelly Spine.

Me come from
long line of cowards.

Thundercloud has spoken.
You have been chosen!

Well, let's not be hasty,
Chief.

Why not get all braves here
and then choose, huh?

Uh, short straw go?
Flip-um card?

Low card?

Too much gab.
Get-um show on road!

Who speaks?

Great spirit Bingo.

Me never hear of him.
Must be out of town spirit.

Pick some other brave.

Uh, that did it.
Me volunteer.

[Ed, narrating]
And so the chicken Indian,

whbBo by now
I know you recognize,

went nervously
on his mission.

[turkeys gobbling]

Oh. Bears!

Must get back to village.

Don't be chicken,
Chicken Heart.

Who speak?

Me, Chicken.

Who you?

Where you?

Here, chick, chick, chick.

Here, chick!

You talk, horse.

Go to head of teepee.

How can horse talk?

Night school.

Night school?

Ask foolish question,
get foolish answer.

Horse talk to all men?

No, only to you.

I, I like you, Chicken Heart.

I like you, too,
horse that talk like man.

Dear boy.

Why? Why they choose me
for this dangerous mission?

Because
by helping the Pilgrims,

you will go down in history,

and I'll get
a little footnote myself.

You come on mission
with me?

Flap your wings, Chicken,
and hop on my back.

From now on, we're a team.

Oh, thank you, horse.
Thank you.

Hold still, horse.

[Wilbur and Ed grunting]

All right, horse.

You got your laugh,
Chickie.

Now, turn around
and let's get going.

All right, horse.

Meanwhile, back
at the Pilgrims' settlement.

[murmuring]

We should have done this
long ago!

[murmuring]

How dare you putteth
your governor in this position.

Methinks this is
an excellent position.

Huh?

What dost thou, woman?

I have need
for a few shillings.

There's a sale
on spinning wheels in town.

[coins clinking]

I'm Indian!

Our scouts
have captured an Indian!

Please,
you're cracking my beads.

He was attacking our village
on horseback.

Oh, paleface speak
with twisted tongue.

I bring a gift of friendship
from my people,

a bag of corn seed.

Beware the Indian!
He lies.

Release me, so I can
deal with this heathen.

Release our governor.

[murmuring]

We must force this Indian

to reveal their secret
for planting corn.

That's why I've come here.

There's only one way
with Indians-- torture!

[shouting]

Otherwise,
they do not talk.

See, you just take
a handful of seed.

We'll put him
in the stocks.

[shouting]

And you sprinkle them
6 inches apart.

I say put him
in the thumb screws.

Aye, that will
loosen his tongue.

[shouting]

Then you mulch carefully.
Just add a little water.

Not too much now.

Let us put him
to the stretching rack.

Aye, that will break
his defiant silence.

[shouting]

See, too much water,
you'll drown the seeds.

Silence!
Let that chicken Indian talk.

Well said, Smythe.

This is your last chance.
Do you understand?

Tell 'em how Indian
plant-um corn,

or we plant-um Indian.

Okay,
you drive hard bargain.

I knew
I'd drag it out of him.

[laughter]

And so the team of
brave horse and chicken Indian

made the harvest possible.

[murmuring]

Please, silence.

To peace and goodwill
between our people.

[shouting]

Peace and goodwill.

[glass breaking]

Ah, just my luck.

I picked the original
Indian nut.

Thanks to our Indian friend,
Chicken Liver,

who has provided the answer
to our problem,

we are blessed with
the bounties of nature.

[cheering]

And as your governor,

I hereby proclaim this
a national holiday.

- Hear, hear.
- Hear, hear.

What shall we call
this holiday, husband?

Well, wife, today
is a day for giving thanks.

[murmuring]

How about
"You'hFre Welcome" day.

[murmuring, laughter]

No.

How about "Thanks Day"?

How about "Giving Day"?

- [crowd shouting]
- Ehh.

I have answer!

"Thanks Day" very good.
"Giving Day" very good.

Put them both together

and call holiday
Appreciation Day.

[laughter]

Groundhog Day?

Navy Day?

We just had Halloween.

How about Thanksgiving Day?

[cheering]

Thanksgiving Day,
a wonderful suggestion!

Whose idea was that?

My horse.

Uh-oh.

Your horse?

Horse talk.

He's a witch!

A witch!

[murmuring]

Happy Thanksgiving,
Chicken Heart.

What to be happy about?

Well, at least we're
spending the holiday together.

[laughter]

And so that's how a horse
made Thanksgiving possible.

Ed, you have told
some tall tales,

but this one
beats them all.

You don't believe it?

Not a word.

[chuckling]

But, Ed, if it means
so much to you,

I promise you we'll spend
Thanksgiving together.

Thanks, Wilbur!

Oh, just call me Chicken.

[Ed laughs]

- [Kay] Wonderful.
- [Roger] Wonderful turkey.

[Kay] I wish I could learn.
Oh, I'm just terrible.

- Perfect.
- Like a turkey murder.

Excuse me.
Oh, thank you, Eve.

Wilbur, I think
catering the dinner

was a wonderful compromise.

Well, the important thing is

we're having
a home-cooked dinner.

What difference does it make
whose home it was cooked in?

- Right.
- Right.

The last home-cooked dinner
I had

was at my mother's the day
before I got married.

You married me
for my beauty, doll,

not my pot roast.

Well, let's not have
any bickering, shall we?

This is Thanksgiving.

I think we should be grateful
for everything we have

and the fact that we're together
with our loved ones.

Ah, hear, hear.
That's nice.

- Oh!
- Can I have some more peas?

- I want everything.
- Seconds, Kay?

Fill them up to there.
Later, please.

Seconds, Carol?

Not right now, honey.

Fifths, Rog?

[laughter]

You help yourself.

Oh, thanks, thanks.

Oh, boy.

Uh, anybody--
would you like something?

Be sure and save us some,
that's all, Rog.

Just save us a drumstick,
dear.

- Excuse me.
- Don't worry, I will.

Oh, they're delicious.

This is a wonderful turkey,
Carol.

Just wonderful.

Happy Thanksgiving,
family.

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse, of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you
the answer ♪

♪ That you'll endorse ♪

♪ He's always
on a steady course ♪

♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

♪ People yakkity-yak
a streak ♪

♪ And waste
your time of day ♪

♪ But Mister Ed
will never speak ♪

♪ Unless he has
something to say ♪

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And this one will talk
till his voice is hoarse ♪

♪ You never heard
of a talking horse? ♪

♪ Well, listen to this ♪

[Mister Ed]
♪ I am Mister Ed ♪

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