All language subtitles for 29 - Its Wishcraft

Bye-bye.

-Bye-bye, sweetheart.
-Bye-bye.

Be a good girl.

Other kids leave toys lying around.
In my house, they're flying around.

Sam!

-Sam!
-Yes?

Sam, you've gotta
do something about Tabatha...

...flying her toys around the house.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.
Every time I catch her, I tell her no.

But it's hard to break a child of
doing something that comes naturally.

Honey, it's not me I'm worried about,
but what about my parents?

What about my mother?

What if Tabatha twitches her nose and
Peter Rabbit here flies into her lap?

That will be a little hard to explain.

To say the very least.

Look, from the time my parents
get here until the time they leave...

...I hereby give you permission
to fight witchcraft with witchcraft.

I think I better get that in writing.

I mean it, honey. It's the only way.

Okay. But remember,
it was your idea.

Sam, I said after my folks get here.

Sorry, sweetheart.
I was just practicing.

I'd better hurry.

-I'll try to get home early to help out.
-Okay.

Good luck, sweetheart. Bye, Tabatha.

Daddy.

Sam. Sam!

-I thought you just left.
-So did I.

What am I doing here when I was just
standing on the front porch?

I don't know. I certainly didn't do it.

Daddy.

Endora.

Tabatha, no. You mustn't do that.

Tabatha?

-How could she?
-I'm afraid it's wishcraft.

Wishcraft?

W-I-S-H craft.

She's going through a new stage.

When she wishes for
someone to be with her...

...they automatically are.

Wishcraft.

Darling, I know it's gonna
be difficult.

You really ought to be
proud of her, though.

Most children don't go
through this stage until later.

I must say she's got
a great sense of timing.

Just when my folks are coming.

Sam, it's tough enough having a
baby daughter who's a witch--

You sneak out.
I'll try and distract her.

Does she have to be
a precocious witch in the bargain?

Darrin. Go out the door.

Where's your bunny rabbit,
sweetheart?

-Yes, there it is. There's your--
-Rabbit.

Yeah, there's your bunny rabbit.

Rabbit.

All right now, Tabatha.

During the time that Grandma
and Grandpa are visiting...

...no more of that, huh?

Okay. That is definitely a no-no.

Oh, no. Oh, Tabatha.

You can't have started that already.

And how's my little darling today?

-Mother, it was you.
-Oh, now, don't lecture me, Samantha.

I'm merely exercising my right
to see my own little granddaughter.

Well, I'm not angry. As a matter
of fact, I'm delighted to see you.

You are? How refreshing.

Could you stay for a while?
I may need your help.

Darrin's parents are in town,
and they're coming over.

Oh, my poor Samantha.

Having to put up with Darwin
is bad enough, but his parents?

Mother, please? If I ever needed
another witch in the house, it's today.

Of course, dear.

Besides, Mr. Stephens isn't half bad.

Mother, you will be nice
to Mrs. Stephens.

She's sort of sensitive.

Will you please?

Well, all right. I'll stay.

-Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Stephens.
-Samantha, darling.

How very nice to see you.

-How's my favourite daughter-in-law?
-Oh, just fine.

Oh, Samantha, dear.

You look a little pale.
Are you feeling all right?

Nonsense, Phyllis. She looks terrific.

Thank you.
You remember my mother.

-Oh, certainly.
-Mrs. Stephens.

Do you live here now?

Live here? Whatever gave
you that idea?

Well, it's just that the last time
we were here, you were here.

-Yes.
-And, well...

...here you are again.

It seems that every time we visit
Darrin and Samantha, you're here.

It's quite a coincidence.

-It's a wonderful coincidence.
-Oh, Mr. Stephens...

...how well you look.

It's been a long time, hasn't it?
You're looking as handsome as ever.

Well. Why are we all standing here?

Let's go in and have some tea.

Did you have lunch?

On the plane.
It was very greasy.

I-- I made some of those little sweet
rolls from the recipe you gave me.

You really must taste one
and let me know how I've done.

Shall we be comfortable,
Mr. Stephens?

Your recipes have been such a
tremendous success. Please sit down.

Frank, I left my hanky
in my coat pocket.

-Would you get it for me?
-Oh, sure.

Where's Tabatha?
I can't wait to see how she's grown.

Well, I just put her down for her nap,
but she should be up shortly.

I think you'll be surprised
at the change in her.

-Here, dear.
-Thank you.

-I get such a head cold whenever I fly.
-Oh, really?

-I never do.
-Me neither.

But Phyllis here,
she could write a book:

Aches and Pains
for Every Occasion.

I'll-- I'll get the tea.
Mother, will you help?

-Oh, certainly, darling.
-I'd be glad to help, Samantha.

No, Mrs. Stephens.
You sit right down and relax.

You do look a little peaked.

Phyllis, you might make a little effort
to get along with Samantha's mother.

What for, dear? You seem to be
making effort enough for both of us.

I'll get it, Samantha.

Hello? Oh, Darrin, it's Mother.

Oh, it's wonderful to hear
your voice too.

Do you have a sore throat?

No, mother, I'm fine, really.
How was your trip?

Oh, it was all right.

Samantha's mother
greeted us at the door.

-Does she visit very often?
-Phyllis.

Endora? What's she doing there?

I'm sure I don't know, dear.

But it does seem strange that every
time we come to visit, she's here too.

You know, in-laws can cause
such a terrible problem if--

If they intrude too much.

Let me talk to Sam, Mother.

All right, dear. It's Darrin, Samantha.

-Thank you.
-Say hello to him for me, will you?

Sure. Hi, sweetheart.
Your father says hello.

What's your mother doing there?
Haven't we got enough problems?

Oh, yes, yes.
They both look wonderful.

Travelling obviously
agrees with them.

By the way, Mother dropped in
a little while ago. Isn't that nice?

Sam, I want her out
of the house immediately.

If there's one thing we don't need,
it's another witch!

Well, sweetheart,
that's exactly what we do need.

I'm coming home right away,
and I want her out!

Really? Oh, that's wonderful.

Then you'll be able to come home
early. They're so anxious to see you.

Oh, yes. They're both
standing right here.

Hang on a minute, sweetheart.

Would you pour, Mrs. Stephens?
I'll be there.

Of course, dear. Come, Frank.

Darrin. Mother is trying to help, which
is more than I can say for you at--

Do you take cream or lemon, dear?

Lemon, please, Mrs. Stephens.

You were saying, sweetheart?

I was saying I'm coming home.
I want your mother out of the house.

I'll wait till you're off the phone,
dear, so your tea won't get cold.

In the meantime, I'll go
upstairs to look at Tabatha.

-Mother.
-Yes, dear?

Mother, Mrs. Stephens
would like to see Tabatha.

Would you show her the nursery?

-I know where the nursery is.
-I'll go with you. In case she's up...

...we wouldn't want her to be startled
by an unfamiliar face, now would we?

What's going on? What did I hear?
Has something happened already?

Darrin, we'll discuss it
when you get home.

Bye-bye, sweetheart.

-When's Darrin coming home?
-He said--

It's all right. You can tell me. I know
what these family squabbles are.

What squabble?
Are you and Darrin having a fight?

-Why, no, I--
-I suppose Dagwood was being...

...boorish and insensitive again.

-His name is Darrin.
-Named after his grandfather.

And I resent you
calling him insensitive.

I heard the tone Samantha
used to him on the phone.

-Now, really--
-Knowing Durwood, I would say...

...that she kept her temper admirably.

His name is Darvin.

I mean, Darrin.

What's the difference? What dreadful
thing did he say to you, dear?

He didn't say--

Whatever it was,
I'm sure it was justified.

-Oh, now, Mrs. Stephens--
-You ought to know.

You were eavesdropping
on the whole conversation.

Since you and my son
obviously don't get along...

...wouldn't it be a better idea
if you left...

...before he gets home?

I am not accustomed to be told
to leave my own daughter's house.

I'll be right back, Frank.

I don't think that Sam and Darrin
were having a fight.

Oh, what do you know?

I tell you, they're in serious trouble...

...and that woman is at the heart of it.

Oh, Mother. You were
supposed to be a help.

Now look what's happened, even before
Tabatha's awake. This is awful.

He made you cry.
That brute has made you cry.

It's not Darrin. And I'm not crying.

Maybe not on the outside, but
on the inside, the tears are flowing.

-Mother, I wish--
-I can see that my presence...

...is no longer required.

Good.

Make my daughter cry, will you?

For every tear
my daughter has shed...

...may buckets of water
fall on your head.

Endora.

Mr. Stephens--

Mr. Stephens,
you're being rained on.

The roof is leaking.

I can't very well work in an office
where the roof is leaking.

I think I'll take the afternoon off.

But it's not raining outside.
It's raining inside, on you.

Sudden cloudburst.

You probably just
didn't notice it.

Don't worry, though, I already called
the roofing-repair people.

They should be right over.

Well, goodbye.

Thank you.

So you see, Mrs. Stephens,
it's all been a misunderstanding.

There's nothing wrong
between Darrin and me.

That's what I told you.
You've just been imagining again.

I know what I heard, Frank.
It's all right, Samantha.

You don't have to cover up. Married
people have squabbles all the time.

I'll say.

But there's nothing
to cover up, Mrs. Stephens.

Darrin and I are as happy
as a couple of clams.

And when he comes in, you'll see.

Well, if I imagined it,
so did your mother.

She was certainly under the
impression you were having a fight.

By the way, where is your mother?

She had an engagement.

But she told me to tell you how very,
very nice it was to see you again.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I think I'll make some more tea.

Now, don't you feel a little foolish?

Not in the least.
I don't believe a word she said.

Darrin.

Darrin, you're being rained on.

Mother! Mother.

At your beck and call, darling.

There he is. Doesn't he look
all fresh and dewy?

Just turn it off.

All right.

Mother, why?

He made you cry.

Oh, my goodness.

Endora, this is absolutely the last...

-...time--
-Daddy.

Yes, sweetheart. This is Daddy.

What are you trying to do?

I didn't do a thing.

Tabatha.

He must be in the nursery.

-Samantha, is that Darrin?
-Mother, quickly.

Toodle-oo.

Samantha, didn't I just hear
Darrin's voice?

Darrin? No.
He always uses the front door.

That's funny. I could have sworn--

That is Tabatha's voice.
She must be up. I'll go see.

That's peculiar.

I know I heard Darrin's voice, but...

...I didn't hear Tabatha's voice.

Sam, what's going on?

Your parents think
you haven't come in yet.

Well, if you're talking about the way
normal people go in and out, I haven't.

-She also thinks we've had a fight.
-We have.

No, I mean a big fight. You have to go
back outside and make an entrance...

...to show your mother
everything's all right.

I'm not sure that it is.
Is your mother gone?

Yes. Darrin, please.

How can I make an entrance when my
daughter won't let me go 10 feet away?

Darrin, is that you?

In the closet. Quick.

Samantha, I'm sure I just heard
Darrin's voice. Isn't he here?

Here? Oh, Mrs. Stephens,
you must be imagining it.

Since we arrived, people have been
telling me I've been imagining things.

I know I heard Darrin's voice.

Tabatha, look who's here. Grandmother
Stephens. What do you think of her?

Oh, my, she has grown.

Do you remember me, darling?

-Daddy.
-No, no! You mustn't do that.

What did the child do?

Well, she didn't finish her nap.

You know how important it is
for children to get their sleep.

She heard something
in that closet, and so did I.

I'm beginning to feel like a yo-yo.

A soaking wet yo-yo.

I'll be right down, Mrs. Stephens.

I'll be there.

Sam, this is ridiculous.

Oh, I know, sweetheart,
and I'm very sorry.

It's been a nightmare
ever since your parents arrived.

We'll be out of it soon, darling.

Pop me outside,
and I'll make an entrance...

...that'll make Romeo and Juliet
look like cool acquaintances.

You really are drenched. Better
let me zap you into some dry clothes.

Never mind. There's been enough
zapping going on around here today.

As soon as you're ready,
I'll have to pop you outside.

No--

Yeah, I guess you better.

Okay, hurry up.

Must be like kissing a minnow.

-Maybe that's Darrin.
-Does he usually ring the bell...

...at his own door?

-Mother, go away.
-I finished early, so I thought...

...I'd drop by to see
how things were going.

Oh, you're still here, I see.

I'm awfully glad
you could come back.

-Thank you.
-Yes, I'm glad you came back too...

...because I have something to say
that I want you to hear.

By all means.

I wouldn't miss this for the world.

Frank and I think that Samantha
and Darrin are having difficulties...

...because you've been intruding
too much on their lives.

You think so too, Frank?

It doesn't matter what he thinks.
I'm speaking for Darrin.

That's nice, because he often
has difficulty speaking for himself.

You see, that's exactly what I mean.

You're constantly criticizing
my son to Samantha.

Durwood needs no criticism from me.

What's wrong with him
is for the whole world to see.

There is nothing wrong with my son.

But if Samantha has allowed
you to influence her...

...then I would say
the trouble is with her.

Samantha, dear, this
discussion is for your benefit.

I really think you
should pay attention.

Sam, where are-- There you are.

Oh, sweetheart.

-I missed you. You look gorgeous.
-Thank you.

-Is that a new dress?
-I've had it for months.

Well, you make it
look new. Mom, Pop.

It's good to see you.
Doesn't she look terrific?

Great. You look fine too, Darrin.

Thanks, Pop. Mom, you look
younger every time I see you.

Endora, sweetheart.

So nice of you to drop in
while the folks are here.

This has all the earmarks
of a put-up job.

You see, everything's just fine.

Your mother had
some cockeyed notion...

...that things weren't going so well
between you and Sam.

Darrin, are you sure?

I told you it was all
your imagination.

Mrs. Stephens,
I have an excellent idea.

Why don't you go upstairs and bring
Tabatha down? She's napped enough.

-Sam.
-Oh, I'd love to.

Mother, dear.

I'm not imagining things. They're both
trying to cover up. I know what I saw.

Do you know what you're doing?

She doesn't believe me.
I'm gonna have to convince her...

...that you can't always believe
what you think you see.

Mother, would you care to join me in
a little tactical witchcraft?

With pleasure.

Come to grandmother, sweetie.

I'm having one of my sick headaches.

There. That ought to do it.
Shall we join the gentlemen?

What a shame. I was having such fun.

I'll take the tea things out,
and then start dinner.

-How about a drink, pop?
-Good idea.

-I'd love one.
-Not for me.

Samantha, Darrin.

I want to apologize to you both.
You were right.

My imagination's been
playing tricks on me.

But I'm delighted it was me instead of
a real battle between you two.

Don't give it another thought,
Mrs. Stephens.

She must be tired
after her long journey. Poor dear.

-Daddy.
-It's all right, honey. Daddy's right here.

She really loves
her daddy, doesn't she?

Oh, she certainly does.

Samantha, the dinner was absolutely
delicious. You're a marvellous cook.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Stephens.
I'm so glad you liked it.

And Endora, I must
compliment you too.

I'm sure you taught Samantha
most of what she knows.

Well, I try, but she
doesn't like my methods.

Oh, Mother.

Really? Now, isn't that
the way with children?

But you and I must swap recipes.
I have one...

...for a perfectly divine sponge cake.

Pop, your fork.
You dropped your fork.

-Did you see that?
-What?

That apple.
It floated right over to her.

Oh, Frank, for heaven's sake.

What a silly thing to say.
Now you're imagining things.

Yeah, maybe I am, but...

...I could have sworn that--

Oh, she just loves apples.

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