All language subtitles for Gidget s01e28 One More For The Road.eng

"Help Wanted."
Well, at least that's in English.

You need an interpreter
for the ad in the paper.

"Wanted for aft school employ.
Mon, Wed, Fri and Sat morn.

"Ambit yng stu
assist flor shop.

"See Mr. Whiting.
Excel op.

Good sal.
No exper nec."

Well, if that's what
they're looking for-- someone with "no exper nec"--

I'm his girl.

Well, good afternoon.

Would you care
for some roses today?

Or perhaps some carnations?

Some lovely pink carnations
to go with your cheeks.

Oh, thank you.
But, no, thank you.

I came in answer
to your ad. Oh. About the job?

Well, I was hoping
for another boy-- to replace the old one.

Have any boys
answered your ad yet? No, not yet.

Then that shows you
who's ambitious, 'cause here I am.

Well, I, uh--
I would need someone who's very good with flowers.

When it comes to flowers,
I'm all thumbs-- and they're all green.

Someone who can make
deliveries...

and who's hardworking
and dependable.

"Dependable's"
my middle name.

My first name's Gidget.
Gidget "Dependable" Lawrence.

Well, as I say, I--
I was hoping for another boy.

But... I like your initiative.

The job is yours.
Oh!

Thank you, Mr. Whiting.
You won't be sorry.

I'll be here right
after school on Monday.

By the way, can you
drive a panel truck? Why, no.

Well, don't worry.
It's the same as driving a car.

Oh, good. Bye.

[ Sighs ]
That was cinchy enough.

Now all I have to do
is learn how to drive a car.

Oh, swell.

* [ Jazzy Pop ]

* If you're in doubt
about angels *

* Being real

* I can arrange to change

* Any doubts you feel

* Wait till you see
my Gidget *

* You'll want her
for your valentine *

* You're gonna say
she's all that you adore *

* But stay away
Gidget is spoken for *

* You're gonna find
that Gidget is *

* Mine *

[ Door Closes ]

Ta-dum! Friends, family
and countrymen.

Lend me your ears. I have
an announcement to make.

- You have, huh?
- You know how I've wanted to earn some money...

so I could go
to Hawaii next summer on that surfing safari?

Well, I'm practically there.
I have a full-time part-time job.

Well, aloha.

- Tell me what business it's
in so I can sell my stock. - Oh, ha ha.

I hope it's someplace
where you can get me a discount.

It's in a florist shop--
you know, Buds 'n Blooms.

And I'll be arranging flowers
and sweeping up and selling things...

and just all sorts
of odds and ends for Mr. Whiting.

I might even do
some delivering.

How are you gonna deliver
on a surfboard?

You didn't tell Mr. Whiting
you could drive, did you?

No, I didn't.

But I could learn, you know.
I am old enough.

Seems only yesterday
you were learning how to walk.

Yeah, and look how groovy
I was at that.

Well, if you're hinting around
for driving lessons, count me out.

I just finally got my nails
to the length I want them.

You can forget about me too.
I married into this family for better or for worse,

but I'm not prepared
for the "worse" yet.

Anybody around here
except us chickens?

- [ Clucking ]
- I bow to the inevitable.

Oh, insane, Dad.
Thanks.

Uh, Gidge, let's go upstairs
and see if you have any more magazines.

Not now. Not now. I want--
I would like those recipes now.

Oh, Anne's always
cutting out recipes.

She must be
a very good cook by now.

Actually,
we never eat dinner.

We just sit down at the table
and read the ingredients.

[ Laughing ]
It's your move.

Okay, Anne, what's all this
"secret agent" stuff?

Gidget, could I give you
some sisterly counsel?

Well, sure.
It's a free bedroom.

Learn how to drive
with someone else, not Dad.

Why not?
He's a natural teacher.

English, yes.

But when it comes to sitting
next to you in the front seat of a car, forget it.

He's a regular
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Boy, it must get pretty
crowded in that front seat.

I'm serious. When he tried
to teach me to drive,

his entire personality
underwent a change.

The patient, gentle,
understanding man I knew...

suddenly became
an unreasoning, shouting, overwrought... father.

Every time he took me
out for a lesson, I came home in tears.

Well, thanks a lot, Anne,
but I'm different.

Besides, Dad's
probably mellowed by now.

Besides, I've just gotta
learn how to drive.

Okay. All I can say is...

drive carefully and carry
a big handkerchief.

But, Gidget, how could
you take a job that means driving a car...

when you don't know
how to drive?

You're not even
an experienced passenger.

What are friends for?
I don't know.

But anytime you ask me that
without a reason, there's a reason.

You're a licensed
driver, right?

So, anytime Mr. Whiting
asks me to go out on a delivery,

you're standing by
to take the wheel.

Simple?
Simple, no. Fuzzy, yes.

Gidget, I babysit
in the afternoon.

So I'll pay you--
Oh. I'm sorry.

I'll pay you for it.
It'll sort of be like subcontracting the job.

Only Mr. Whiting
won't know about it. Well--

It won't be for very long,
just till I learn how to drive.

Okay, I'll help you out,

but you better learn to drive,
like, full speed ahead.

I'm already in motion.
I just put my dad on red alert.

You mean to say
your father's going to give you the lessons?

Oh, no. You've been
talking to Anne.

Oh, no. I've been
talking to myself.

Take my advice.
Don't take from him.

But your father taught you.
He only started to.

He had to quit
on account of his health.

The doctor said it was very
bad for him to turn purple every time he took me out.

No offense, Larue,
but my dad isn't like that. All dads are like that.

You just have to make
one turn without giving the correct signal...

or stop short in front
of another car or miss a red light,

and blooey-- the veins
in his neck stand out.

How am I gonna learn how
to drive then? You're not old enough to teach me.

Go to a driving school,
same as I did.

The instructors are trained
not to turn purple.

Driving schools cost money.
So? You're working.

You know I'm trying to save
enough money to go to Hawaii.

And now you're on my payroll.

Why don't you give me
a hand with the inside of the windows,

O prophet of doom and gloom.

* [ Whistling ]

Well, I'm glad to see
you're taking an interest in the car.

Up till now, the frequency
of my car washes...

has coincided
with the annual rainfall.

We're almost through. All we
have to do is rinse it off and let it drip-dry.

Good. Blow the horn
when you're ready.

We'll go out for lesson
number one. [ Clicks Tongue ] Great.

Suit yourself, Gidget,
but if you insist on taking lessons from your father--

[ Sputters ]
It's your wipeout.

Now just relax, baby.
It's not gonna bite you.

I am relaxed.
I just don't want you to be nervous.

With you teaching me, Dad,
how could I ever blow my cool?

There's some people that
believe gasoline and fathers don't mix.

Oh. How cubey can you get?

Right. We'll show 'em
we're different. Right.

Now, starter works
on the key. Okay.

Why are you turning in here?
You said, "Turn here."

I meant at the corner.
You didn't say at the corner.

You said, "Turn here."
Never mind. Just back it up.

- Gidget.
- [ Brakes Squeal ]

Gidget.

You see that "R"
on the gearshift?

That stands for "Reverse."

Oh, I thought
it stood for "Russ."

Just back it out, please.

[ Tires Screeching ]
[ Horn Honking ]

[ Man ] Watch it there!
You're gonna get yourself hurt!

Watch where you're
backing out!

Where'd he come from?

It's probably
his driveway. Oh.

You're supposed to watch
where you're going. I was.

I just wasn't watching
where he was going.

I think we've had
enough lesson for the day. Pull over to the curb.

But, Dad--
Do as I say.

I can't.
Gidget, I'm ordering you.

Pull over to the curb.

We will change places
and go home.

Maybe those cubey people
are right. [ Motorcycle Approaching ]

Fathers and gasoline
don't mix,

if only because daughters
are so inflammable.

[ Motorcycle Revs, Stops ]

May I see your
driver's license, sir, please?

Something wrong, Officer?

I'll bet you're
just asking that because, uh,

you happen to be headed
in the wrong direction,

you're parked in the middle
of the street...

and there's a fireplug
right there.

- Thank you.
- I tried to tell you, Dad.

Don't talk to me.
Just don't talk to me.

Professor Lawrence
and Mr. Hyde all over again.

Gidget, this is
a rush delivery. 323 West Elm Drive.

They're having
a dinner party tonight. It's as good as on the table.

Here are the keys
to the truck. Oh. Thanks.

I hope you won't have
any trouble now.

Bye.

[ Horn Honks ]
Trouble, Gidget?

No. Just making sure
I know where everything is.

If you're looking for
the starter, I'm down here.

Stay down there
till he goes inside.

Quick. He's goin' inside.
Okay.

[ Sneezes ]
God bless you and hurry up.

I'm paying you enough.
You're gonna have to pay me more.

I think I'm allergic
to flow-- flowers.

[ Sneezes ]

[ Gidget Thinking ]
Talk about your dilemmas.

If I don't take
any more driving lessons, I'll be out of a job.

But if I take them
from my father, I'll be out of a father.

John's my only resort,
and he's not much of a resort.

He's more like
a slum area.

[ Mouthing Words ]

[ Sighs ]
Go on. I'll come back tomorrow.

Gidge, he's ripe now.
Go on. Oh!

Oh, hello, Gidget.
This is a pleasant surprise.

Uh, John, Gidge came over
to ask a favor of you.

Oh. It's still a surprise.

[ Chuckles ]
What can I do for you, Gidget?

Well, uh, Gidge would like you
to give her a driving lesson.

Me? What happened to Russ?

Speak up, Gidget.
Nothing happened to Russ.

- It's just that I--
- I understand.

Here. Sit down.
I thought you would.

Sit down.

Looking at this
psychology-wise,

Russ doesn't really wanna
give you driving lessons...

because he really doesn't
want you to learn how to drive.

It's a sign that he'll be
losing his little girl.

I'm the one that goofed
at the wheel.

That's because you realized
he really doesn't want you to grow up.

Oh. I didn't realize
I realized that.

Russ is the wrong one
to give you driving lessons.

What you need is someone
not emotionally involved-- someone cold and impersonal.

That's why I'm asking you.

I always thought
parallel parking was a snap.

All you have to do is back up
till you hit the car behind you...

and then go forward
till you hit the car in front of you.

Just watch
what you're doing, huh?

- [ Loud Crunch ]
- Not bad.

Now just pull out
and head up the street.

You think I'm ready
for traffic? Nobody ever is.

Look in your side-view mirror
and make sure it's safe. Okay.

John, I'm worried.
You drive. I'll worry.

Isn't that car
following pretty closely?

Just keep driving.

Remember-- He who hesitates
gets bumped in the rear. [ Laughs ]

John! Don't panic,
but there's a dog driving that car.

Be reasonable, Gidget.
How could a dog drive a car?

Simple.
He's got a license.

[ Horn Honking ]
[ Tires Screeching ]

John!

You don't know
how lucky you are. Yes, John.

You could've been arrested for
reckless driving and car theft.

Yes, John.

Not to mention dognapping.
Yes, John.

If you ever ask me to take you
driving again, don't ask.

I guess he really doesn't
want me to grow up either.

[ Sighs ]

Well,
another four deliveries, another two dollars.

At this rate, the closest
to Hawaii I can afford to go is the end of Malibu Pier.

Quick, change.
There he is.

Gidget, you're not supposed
to carry passengers when you're making deliveries.

Oh, we're all through.
I mean-- I'm all through.

Sorry. No riders.
Well.

Sorry. No passengers.
Thanks anyway.

Bye.
Friend of yours?

- Yes, sir.
- Hmm.

Seems like a nice girl.
But you'd better tell her,

if she wants to get
around town, she'd better learn how to drive.

Right.
[ Exhales ]

[ Kids Chattering ]

[ Gidget ]
Somewhere on this beach, there's gotta be a boy...

who can teach me how to drive
and rescue me from my fate--

sweet 16
and never been licensed.

I wish you'd either
learn how to drive or give up the job.

I'm getting tired of being
the girl behind the girl.

- What about Brad?
- No. He won't be 18 till the summer.

- Maybe Mike.
- Too fast.

Oh, I can handle him.

I mean he drives too fast.
Oh.

- How about Eric?
- Yeah. How about Eric?

- Hi, Eric.
- Hi, Gidget girl.

[ Grunts ]
Oh!

You okay?
Yeah, I'm all right.

I guess I just didn't
hear the signals.

Okay, Coach,
what's the next play?

That all depends on
whether you're busy tonight or not.

Methinks I hear
the bluebird of happiness flapping his wings.

If you're not doing anything,
would you take me out for a driving lesson?

- Anything you say.
- Oh!

[ Grunts ]

[ Gidget Sighs ]
[ Eric ] Like the view?

I've seen it.
Can we start now?

- So soon?
- What's the point of wasting time?

Remind me to name
the next hurricane after you.

Remind me to name
the next earthquake after you.

Hey!
Don't turn me on and then off again.

- I'm no lightbulb.
- And I'm no Mulholland Molly.

You were the one who asked for
a driving lesson. What's a guy supposed to think?

He's supposed to think
that I want a driving lesson.

All right. If that's the way
the surf rolls in,

I guess I'll just
take you home.

Yes. I guess you'd better
take me home.

Only can I drive?

Hi, Dad.

I'm glad you're home early.
There's something I want to discuss with you.

Oh. I guess
you're still angry about that spooky driving lesson.

No, I'm not angry about that.
That's past and forgotten.

Oh, good.
'Cause it's not easy to learn how to drive...

when you don't know
anything about it.

It's like looking up
a word in the dictionary...

when you don't know
how to spell it.

Francie, I am angry
about something.

While you were out,
Mr. Whiting called.

He wants you to come in
a little earlier tomorrow.

Apparently he believes
you've been driving that delivery truck.

Me?
By the way, who is driving it?

Larue.
In other words, you've been deceiving Mr. Whiting.

It was just
a little white lie.

The trouble
with little white lies is you have to keep laundering them,

or else you can't tell them
from the real thing.

What'd he say when you told
him I didn't know how to drive?

I didn't tell him.

I figured that comes under
the heading of unfinished business-- for you.

But if I tell him,
I'll lose my job.

Nevertheless, you will
explain the whole thing to him tomorrow.

Bu--
The subject is closed.

Thanks for giving
the condemned man a chance to smell his own flowers.

You're sure you're not
gonna need me this afternoon? 'Cause I can do some shopping.

No. Once I tell Mr. Whiting,
it's all over.

Roses are red,
violets are blue.

If you think I can drive--
[ Raspberry ] it sure isn't true.

I guess honesty
is the best policy.

Yeah, especially when
nothing else works.

Well, bye.

[ Footsteps ]
Gidget. Thank heaven you're here!

My wife just called.
She's going to have a baby.

Congratulations.
Now you have something to look forward to.

You don't understand.
She's going to have it any minute now.

I've got to get
to the hospital. Oh, yes. You'd better go.

I'll take care
of the store. Never mind about the store.

There's a wedding order
for you to deliver. It's already in the truck.

It goes
to the Park Vista Hospital-- I mean the Park Vista Hotel.

Mr. Whiting, I--
Never mind. You'd better go.

Yes. I mustn't miss the baby.
Now, Gidget, I'm relying on you completely.

Right.

But, John, I'm desperate.

No. Anne isn't home.

No. I can't ask Dad.

He's-- He's busy.

Two hours? The wedding
will be over in two hours.

And all the flowers will
be dead, and so will I.

Thanks anyway. Toodles.

[ Dialing ]

[ Line Ringing ]

[ Busy Signal Beeping ]

Oh, hey.

Cab, miss?

No, but could I hire you
to drive this truck for me?

What are you,
one of those college kooks?

You look as though you've
lost your last petunia.

Oh. Hi, Dad.
What are you doing here?

I'm on my way
to the bookstore.

I've got a paper due
in a couple of weeks.

Where's Mr. Whiting?
Oh, he's, uh, gone for the day.

Left you to watch
the truck, huh? Yes. That's what I'm doing--

just standing here
on this corner, watching the truck.

Quite a load of flowers
you got in there.

Yes. I'm, uh, watching
the flowers too.

I guess Mr. Whiting
was pretty disappointed to learn you couldn't drive.

Yes.
Very disappointed.

Daddy, he had to go
have a baby,

and I'm supposed to take
these flowers to a wedding,

only I can't find anybody
to do it for me.

And he's relying on me,
and I'm in the choicest mess I've ever been in.

- You didn't tell him, right?
- Well, I was going to, only his wife is having a baby.

If he knew I couldn't drive,
he'd have to take these flowers himself.

At least this way,
he just finds out I'm unreliable.

He doesn't miss the most
important moment of his life.

Move over.

What are you gonna do?

I am going to deliver
these flowers...

sometime before that couple
has their golden wedding anniversary.

Oh, Dad! You're an angel.

[ Laughing ]
No, I'm not, Francie.

I'm just a father--
plain garden variety.

You know, John told me
you were in a jam.

Why didn't you phone me?

Oh, I don't know. I--

I just didn't think
you'd come.

You know, not telling
Mr. Whiting and all.

Francie,
never forget this.

You and I are gonna have
a lot of arguments and disagreements in our lives.

But whenever you need me,
I'll be there, I hope.

Is that a tear?
No.

I just always
cry at weddings.

Ah.

Mr. Whiting?
Mr. Whiting.

I got it!
I got it! That's wonderful.

Got what?
My driver's license. I got my driver's license.

Now I can make deliveries
for you again. Really make them.

That's fine, Gidget. I-- I--
Where do you want me to go first?

Gidget, I don't know
how to tell you this, but, you see, I already have a boy.

Oh, I know that.
I remember how excited you were the day he was born.

No, no. I don't mean the baby.
I mean, my former helper came back.

Oh. Mr. Whiting, you said
I was a good worker.

You said I could return after
I got my driver's license.

I'm sorry, Gidget,
but I needed someone right away.

And this boy can work
longer hours, and I can get home more often.

You understand.

Yeah, sure, I understand.

Well, anyway, I did
get my license-- first try.

So you did.
So you did.

And in honor of the occasion,
I have a little presentation to make.

Oh. Mr. Whiting,
you shouldn't have.

That's all right, Gidget.

The owner of the horse
couldn't pay for it.

Well, even though I lost out,
I-- I look like a winner.

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