All language subtitles for S3E11-Ed And Paul Revere_Subtítulos01.ENG

[whinnies]

Hello. I'm Mister 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 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 ♪

[knock on door]

Come in, Rog.

You busy?

No. Come in.

I just returned from luncheon
with the Civic Committee.

Congratulate me.

Why? Somebody else
pick up the tab?

This is serious.
Thanks to me,

there's going to be a statue
of Paul Revere in the park.

Good. Now if those Redcoats
decide to come back,

we'll be ready for them.

Please.
Paul Revere happens to be

one of my illustrious
ancestors.

I didn't know you were
related to Paul Revere.

Oh, we Addisons
are all of Boston Back Bay.

The way you're standing,

I can see
a little front bay, too.

I intended to invite you
to my house to dinner tonight

to meet Igor Corzack who is
going to sculpt the statue.

But since you're bursting
with these unwitty witticisms,

you can stay home.

I'll bring
a bottle of champagne.

8:00, sharp.

Aye.

Hey, Wilbur,
a lot of beautiful fillies

will be walking by that statue
in the park, won't they?

Yeah, so what?

Well, if I could pose
for Paul Revere's horse,

that would be like leaving
my phone number, wouldn't it?

Roger won't let you pose.

Forget fuzz lip.

Ask this Igor Corzack,
the sculptor.

Forget it, Ed.
You don't stand a chance.

You know
Roger doesn't like you.

Why is it so important for you
to pose for this statue?

Oh, you know that show-off,
Lightning, down at the stables.

Yeah, what about him?

Well, he's been getting
all the play from the fillies

since he posed
for the County Fair poster.

Ed, you can't have
all the fillies.

At least I can try.

Listen, my children,
and you shall hear

how Ed's gonna get
under Paul Revere.

Paul Revere. Roger Addison.

The family resemblance
is there, all right.

Same firm chin,
same unflinching eye,

same clean-cut features.

I had no idea men were
so attractive in those days.

I had no idea
men were so vain.

Roger, is it true
that Mr. Corzack is very temperamental?

Well, I'm not concerned
with his temperament.

A man of my intellect
knows how to deal with artists.

It's all psychology.

I hope so, Sigmund.

You're the one who insisted
that the committee

sign that expensive contract
with him.

My dear, I assure you
when I telephoned Mr. Corzack

to arrange the deal,
he was completely business-like,

- calm, unemotional--
- [pounding on door]

Open up. It's Corzack!

How do you do?

[clicks his heels]
Igor Corzack.

Hello. I'm Carol Post.

[clicks his heels]
Igor Corzack.

[clicks her heels]
Kay Addison.

I'm Roger Addison,
chairman of the committee.

[clicks his heels]

You are the head
of the committee?

Why, yes, I am.

Well, that's America.

Mr. Corzack,
I take it you are familiar with American history.

And I suppose you've done

quite a bit of research
on our project?

Authenticity is of prime
importance, isn't it?

Well, with that in mind,
I humbly offer myself

as your model for Paul Revere.

Get me some hot
hors d'oeuvres.

Really, Mr. Corzack,
I am a direct descendant of Paul Revere,

seven times removed.

Eight.

I just remove you once more.

Really, Mr. Corzack.

You could never be
my Paul Revere, Mr. Addison.

You're all wrong.

An artist knows when
the right model comes along.

He feels it deep inside.

Why, your chin,
your nose, your ears.

You realize, of course,

you are speaking to the man
who signed your contract.

Yes.

And because you signed
an iron-clad,

non-cancelable contract,

I say to you, get me some
hot hors d'oeuvres.

[doorbell rings]

That must be Wilbur.

Hello, Kay. Sorry I'm late.

Hi, Wilbur. Oh, thank you.

Wilbur, this is Mr. Corzack.

Mr. Corzack, this is
our neighbor Wilbur Post.

Stop!

I beg you--

Shh! Don't speak!

Turn the head to the right.

Turn the head to the left.

Look down.

Look up.

Look ahead fearlessly.

Place your legs
slightly apart.

Place your right hand
on your hip.

Extend your right hand
as if you're holding a rifle.

Higher, higher,
I want higher.

As long as we're
in this position,

would you care to dance?

I found him,
the perfect model for Paul Revere.

[phone rings]

Hello.
Just a minute, please.

Wilbur, it's a Mr. Thompson.

Mr. Thompson?

Excuse me.

Thank you, Kay.

Hello.

It's only me, buddy boy.

When is Igor coming over
to look at me?

I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson.

Nothing like that is being
contemplated.

And please don't call again.

Mrs. Post, I like that man.

He's got the temper.

Mr. Corzack, Mr. Addison
is more the Paul Revere type

than I am.

He's descended
from the family.

That's right.

Wilbur isn't related
to anybody.

Are you, dear?

Doll?

Doll, snap out of it.

I haven't seen him so green

since I cooked him
my first breakfast.

Mr. Corzack, why can't
Mr. Addison be your model?

Mr. Addison.

Yes, Mr. Corzack.

Get me some
hot hors d'oeuvres.

These got cold again.

I'm sorry.

An artist must be free.

I will choose
my own models.

Creative talent
must be understood.

It comes from deep within,

and therefore,
cannot be ordered about.

That horse!

- What's he talking about?
- I don't know.

- Where's he going?
- I don't know.

He said something about
a horse or something.

[Kay]
Mr. Corzack.

I hope these hors d'oeuvres

are hot enough
for you, Mr. Corz--

Mr. Corz--

Mr. Corzack,
I'm sorry about my horse.

Sometimes
he wanders around.

I'll keep him locked up.

Locked up?

That horse is magnificent--
proud, regal eyes.

Now I have both my models,

my horse and my Paul Revere.

I will work right here
on my preliminary sketches.

My dear, I want
my breakfast at 7 a.m.

Breakfast?
What would you like to eat?

- Everything.
- Mr. Corzack.

Don't you think
that 7 in the morning

is a little early
to get here from your hotel?

You're right, Mr. Post.
You're right.

I will call my hotel
and have them send my things

over to your house
right away.

You're coming here
to live with us?

It'd be a great honor.

Thank you.

For you. Not for me.

Here are your hors d'oeuvres,
Mr. Corzack.

Get me some hot
hors d'oeuvres.

These are cold again.

Wilbur,
will you please go out there and convince Corzack

that I will make a better
Paul Revere than you?

Don't rush me, Rog.

I don't want to tangle
with that guy

on an empty stomach.

Carol said she was up
at 7:00 this morning

serving both of you
breakfast.

She was. He ate mine, too.

He emptied my orange juice
in the kitchen.

It's all your fault,
Mr. Patron of the Arts,

for signing that contract.

Wilbur and Carol are servants
in their own house.

If you are trying to make me
feel miserable,

let me congratulate you
on a job well done.

Anyone is liable
to pick a dud.

That's what Mother told me.

Wilbur, Roger is dying
to be Paul Revere.

Please, go out
and talk to Mr. Corzack.

Well, all right.

But if I don't get back,

the insurance policies
are in the bottom drawer.

Ahem.

Interruptions,
interruptions, interruptions.

Well, this is the first time
I've been out there.

Then go back in.

Don't you know you shouldn't
interrupt an artist

when he's at work?

Well, I was just--

You're just what,
what, what?

Well, I was just wondering
if it's time for me to pose yet.

When it's time
for you to pose,

I'll have your butler
call you.

We don't have a butler.

Then get one.

[Corzack]
Mr. Post.

Yes, sir.

I expect my lunch
in five minutes.

What did he say, Wilbur?

What happened?

He expects his lunch
in five minutes.

Well, let's face it.

We sent a boy
to do a man's work.

I'll go out there myself.

Mr. Corzack?

Now you interrupt.
What is it?

What, what, what, what?

Your lunch will be ready
in five minutes.

Well, this is
the fourth day.

I don't know how much longer
Carol and I can stand him.

Oh, Igor is a nice,
sweet guy.

The only trouble is
everybody hates him.

He's gonna break me.

You know what he had
for breakfast?

What?

Dinner.

I'll be glad when
that statue is finished

and in the park.

Ho ho ho!
Me, too, Wilbur.

I can't wait
till those fillies

get a load of me in bronze.

Why don't you have them
put your telephone number

on the bottom of the statue?

Oh, Wilbur,
I'll settle for Paul Revere

on his majestic horse.

You know what the inscription
is really gonna say?

Paul Revere by Igor Corzack.

You mean, they're not
gonna mention the horse?

Not a mention.

Where would Paul Revere
have been without his horse?

I don't know.

Oh, why are they
always leaving horses

out of American history?

I don't know.
I flunked American history.

Who pulled
the covered wagons? Horses.

Ah, yes. But men like me
were inside those wagons.

That's why
they were covered.

It's an old joke.

Well, Custer's last stand.

We were there, too.

That was a disaster, though.

What do you think
the Indians were riding?

Rabbits?

Ed, please.
I've got work to do.

Look, I would love to see
the horses get the credit,

but Igor is the boss,

and the inscription
is just gonna read

Paul Revere by Igor Corzack.

Well then, this is what
I think of Igor Corzack.

[snort]

Mr. Corzack.

I'm trying to concentrate
on a horse,

and I'm looking at a jackass.

I thought if you saw me
as Paul Revere,

you might change your mind.

I told you before I could not
use you as Paul Revere

and now I am, positively.

Mr. Post,
bring out your horse.

I'm ready to work.

Come on, Ed.

Oh, yeah.

Let's go.

You better
talk to him first.

Either the horse
gets credit or else.

Else what?

You'll see.

Come on.

Oh.

Mr. Corzack,
let me point out to you

that you're
making a mistake.

I belong on that statue.

I have Revolutionary blood
in my veins.

My ancestors were Minutemen.

Good.

I'll give you one minute
to join them.

Hi, Mr. Corzack.

Rog, are you--

Your neighbor is a fool.

Yes, he is.

I'm sorry, Rog, he's got me
saying yes to everything.

Mr. Corzack, don't you think
Paul Revere's horse

should be mentioned
on the statue, too?

Why?

Well, after all,
he rode a horse,

and horses pulled
covered wagons,

and at Custer's last stand,

they didn't ride rabbits.

Your neighbor
is a fool, too.

Yes, sir. And I'm not
just yessing him.

Oh, stop all this nonsense.

Mr. Post, have your horse
assume his pose.

Yes, sir.

Ed, get up.

Come on, Ed.

Up.

Up, horse.

He's just not
gonna pose today.

Then get another horse.

Oh, no.
I use that horse,

or I don't finish the statue.

Then you're breaking
your contract?

After you pay me
the full fee.

I may have an accent
but I also have a lawyer.

Well,
don't just stand there.

Get him up.

Ed, come on up.

Unless this animal
comes to his senses,

I will be on a plane tomorrow
with your check

for the full amount
in my pocket, of course.

I wonder if anybody
ever committed hari-kari

in a three-cornered hat.

[Ed grunts]

Why didn't you pose?

You're gonna cost
the community a fortune.

You believe a man
has a right to stand up

for his principles,
don't you?

Oh, of course.

Then a horse has the right
to lie down for his.

I'm sorry Roger's so upset

about that silly statue
of Mr. Corzack's.

He's always had
a sour disposition,

but now it's curdled.

Is Roger still
angry with me?

You know that sweater
you gave him for his birthday?

Yes.

He's polishing
his shoes with it.

I wish he were
Paul Revere.

I'll go and have a talk
with him.

Don't be surprised
if he doesn't answer.

He's turned into a mummy.

Well, maybe I can unwrap him.

Hi, Rog.

Rog?

Oh, come on, Rog, you don't
have to go into a state of shock

just because you can't be
Paul Revere.

Would you please
leave the room?

Come on, Rog.
Get a smile on your face.

I can't.
It hurts too much.

Rog, it's all in your mind.

Now just keep
saying to yourself,

I don't care
if I'm not Paul Revere.

I don't care
if I'm not Paul Revere.

I don't care
if I'm not Paul Revere.

I don't-- I do care.

I want to be Paul Revere.

Rog, my shirt.

The idea of that statue
was mine.

Yeah, Rog, this shirt--

Nobody should be
Paul Revere but me.

Roger, my shirt, please.

Oh, Wilbur.
Oh, I'm sorry, Wilbur.

That's all right.

I always was
a casual dresser.

Forgive me
for being so emotional.

Well, Roger,
it's not your fault.

I wouldn't blame you.

I mean, after all,
you should be Paul Revere.

Tell that to Corzack.

I will. I will.

I'll get that chow hound
to listen to reason

if I have to put
a lock on the refrigerator.

My ancestor and I
thank you.

Look, I want Roger Addison
to be Paul Revere.

He's a perfect Paul Revere
and you know it.

Now what do you have to say?

Pass the salt.

If Roger Addison
can't be Paul Revere,

I won't get my horse
to pose for the statue.

But I must have
that magnificent beast.

No Roger, no horse.

This is blackmail.

Yeah.

Well, that I understand.

Ed.

But Wilbur,
that's blackmail.

Ed,
if you won't pose with Roger,

I'll get another horse.

I'll get Lightning.

Threats!
Threats! Threats!

I mean it.
You think I'm kidding?

I'll get Lightning.

I'm not threatening.
I mean it.

Get excited, Lightning,
come on.

It's all right.

Hello, Ed.

Hello, Wilbur.

You're not mad at me
for not posing, are you?

No. It all turned out
for the best.

How's that?

We'll discuss it later.

Ed, it's a little stuffy
in here.

Why don't you open
your door?

Sure.

[Ed]
Hey, what gives?

Wilbur!

Wilbur, what's Lightning
doing here?

He's gonna pose
for the statue.

My rival?

So he'll finish up
with all the fillies.

Oh, I see.

So that's how you're
gonna get me to pose.

Wilbur, that's blackmail.

It worked with Corzack,
and it'll work with you.

All right.

You want me to tell
Mr. Corzack

you're gonna pose
for the statue?

Is that what you want, Ed?

Yeah.

And, Wilbur,
take Lightning back.

He's on his way.

Fine.

Now make sure he stays
in that position, Mr. Post.

Yes.

All right.
Now, where is my Paul Revere?

My Paul Revere.

Here I am.

Go mount the animal.

I assume you know
where the top part is.

Well, you don't
have to be snide.

Roger is gonna be
Paul Revere?

Yes.

Rog, you look great.

Thank you.

Enough of this small talk.
Let us begin.

Oh, no, not again!

Don't worry. I'll call
the Tallyho Stables.

They have a magnificent horse
called Lightning.

Up and down. Up and down.

What is he?
A horse or a yo-yo?

It won't happen again.

He'll stay there.
Come on.

Wilbur, how can I
ever thank you?

You don't have to.
You deserve this.

Why, you're the spirit
of Paul Revere, Rog.

You look so brave, so fearless,
vibrant, full of vitality.

Yeah. Now help me up.

Yeah.

[applause]

And so, distinguished mayor,
my fellow citizens,

I am just as eager as you are
to catch my first glimpse

of the statue of
my illustrious ancestor and his horse.

And no one deserves
more credit

than my good friend
and neighbor, Wilbur Post.

[applause]

Mr. Post insisted
that I pose for Paul Revere.

[applause]

Oh, boy.

Wait till the fillies
see me as a statue.

I'll have to beat them off
with a club.

Who is more fitted
to unveil this statue

than its distinguished creator,
Mr. Igor Corzack.

[applause]

Yes, and now the moment
you've all been waiting for.

My work of genius.

I can't believe it.

What is this?

[people laughing]

Ohh!

Mr. Corzack,
what have you done?

Silence!
This is a masterpiece.

It represents the pure essence
of Paul Revere.

Didn't you people know I was
an Impressionistic sculptor?

Mr. Corzack, you mind if I
make one little suggestion?

Well, yes, of course.

Put the cover back on.

I'm sorry about that statue.

Forget it, Wilbur,
it turned out for the best.

It did?

Yeah. I've already
started a rumor

that Lightning posed for it.

Give me another bite.

♪ 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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