All language subtitles for Bewitched s03e23 Sometimes.eng

-Hi, sweetheart.
-Hi, honey.

Oh, is something the matter?

Yeah, Larry and I ran into
an important client today...

...and I couldn't remember
the man's name.

And he knew it.

Oh, sweetheart, that happens to
everyone once in a while. It's natural.

Well, it's been happening too often,
and it's not going to happen again.

I'm going to do something about it.
In fact, I already have. I bought this.

I read two chapters on the train
on the way home. It's fascinating.

"Instant Memory Can Be Yours."

That's nice. You start your homework,
I'll start dinner.

Chapter three.

Testing your memory, dear?

Do you remember me?

I wouldn't mind forgetting you,
Endora.

-A perfect memory, it's ridiculous.
-What's so ridiculous about it?

The ability to forget
is very important to you mortals.

You do so many stupid things...

...a perfect memory
would be impossible to live with.

Is that so?

Total recall can only be handled
by a strong, mature mind.

And where does that leave you,
Dawson?

It leaves me wishing that
you would mind your own business.

Excuse me if I ignore you.

So you want a perfect memory, huh?

-Cynthia.
-Who?

The wife of the man whose name
I couldn't remember.

Cynthia Pennybaker.

-That's it. Isn't that marvellous?
-Wonderful.

My memory's working.
I remember a lot of things about him.

He loves Beethoven, hates Wagner.

He raises parakeets.
He's got three children:

Mark, age 14, Sylvia, age 1 1,
and a little 3-year-old named Willie.

-Fascinating.
-Yes, isn't it?

And I only just began
the third chapter.

-Good morning, sweetheart.
-Hi.

Hey, hotcakes and blueberries.

Thought I'd give you
something different.

Oh, it's not different.
You fixed them once before.

No, I don't think so.

It was September 14,
raining, Saturday.

I'll have to look for it.

You gave it away to Mrs. Dumont
for the rummage sale.

That's right, I did.

That was the same rummage sale...

...that you whipped up
that enormous chocolate cake for.

It was an emergency.

It was also a very good cause.

Five minutes after I'd told you
no witchcraft...

...and you had faithfully promised.

Darrin, while you're remembering...

...do you also remember that every time
you bring up that chocolate cake...

...we get into an argument?

How about forgetting it?

I'll drop the subject.

But I'll never forget it.

-Yeah, Larry?
-Darrin, Mr. Pennybaker's here.

Mr. Pennybaker?
I wonder if you'd mind coming in.

My pleasure.

And every parakeet,
or " budgie," as we call them...

...that I've got, I've practically
hand-raised from an egg.

How about that.

Your average bird isn't
very intelligent, you know?

But those little budgies....

Oh, Ed, I don't know whether
you remember Darrin Stephens or not.

Oh, yes, yes. I remember Stephens...

...but I'm not too sure
whether he remembers me.

Of course I do, Mr. Pennybaker.
How are you?

-Fine, thank you.
-And how are the children?

Mark and Sylvia,
your little 3-year-old Willie?

Well, they're just fine.
And call me Ed.

Well, thank you, Ed.

Ed was telling me fascinating things
about his parakeets.

Yes, I've got a bird
that picks up a new word every week.

There's no telling
how far that bird can go.

I remember reading in the dentist's
office about a budgerigar...

...or a budgie, as they're called,
owned by an English woman.

That bird knew
12 nursery rhymes by heart...

...and had a vocabulary
of over 300 words.

-Oh, come off it, Darrin.
-No. No, no. He's right.

I know about that bird.

I didn't know you were a budgie man.

I'm not, I'm not. I just remember
reading about it in the dentist's office.

The bird was called Sandy...

...and was owned by Mrs. Irene Pauls
of Staines, in Middlesex.

Yes, yes.
Beautiful country, Middlesex.

You know, I drove through there on my
way down to London from Manchester.

Excuse me for correcting you, Ed...

...but that would be the Midlands,
not Middlesex.

Thank you very much, Stephens.

Is it possible to do
a little constructive work around here?

Oh, sure, Ed. Sure.

That's no good.

Wait a minute.

Now, here's something I like.

Simple, plain...

...almost Baroque.

Oh, excuse me, Ed,
but if memory serves me...

...the Baroque period in art
was highly ornamental.

It followed the Renaissance and found
its extreme expression in the Rococo.

What are you doing, taking
extension courses in everything?

-Knock it off, will you, Darrin?
-Sorry, Larry.

Just popped into my mind.
Art 1 01, Professor Eckhart.

Monday, Wednesday
and Friday at 1 0:00.

I got a B minus.
He had a good-looking daughter.

Darrin, you're flunking your
postgraduate course in advertising.

Sorry.

Sorry, Ed.

Here we are.

Well, I'll tell you something
I discovered about Larry.

He doesn't like for me
to charge things.

He'd rather give me the cash.

It seems to give him a sense of power
and of being charitable to me.

-Very interesting.
-Louise.

-Hi.
-How are you, dear?

I know what you want.
Just tell me how much.

Oh, this is Mr. Pennybaker,
our favourite client.

-My wife Louise and Mrs. Stephens.
-How are you?

-How do you do?
-How do you do?

Darrin was telling me about you. I hear
you have three wonderful children.

Oh, yes, I do indeed.

And you know, it's a pleasure
working with your husband.

-Will this be enough, darling?
-Without looking, no.

Mr. Pennybaker, if you and your wife
aren't busy, join us for dinner tonight.

-Well, that would be fine.
-Oh, good, good.

Samantha, we'll expect
you and Darrin too.

Just a minute.
I believe it's our turn.

Oh, yes.
Yes, please let us do it.

Darrin, it isn't your turn at all.

You have a rain check from Thursday,
month before last...

...when we invited you,
and you didn't show.

Well, I didn't hear a thing about it.

Next time you want us for dinner,
you just call me.

Don't tell your husband
to tell my husband.

Wait a minute. Darrin didn't tell me
about a dinner date.

-I'd never forget that.
-Are you saying I didn't tell you?

Sweetheart, even if you did,
it doesn't make any difference.

I tell you, I told him.

Let me see. Now I remember.

After I told him,
he made a note of it...

...in the margin of a sketch
for the McCollins account.

Marvellous. He even remembers
things that never happened.

Oh, Larry, if that's the way
it's going to be.

You want proof, huh?
Okay. Okay, okay.

Yes, Mr. Tate?

This is Mr. Stephens, Betty.

-Send in the McCollins account.
-Yes, sir.

Oh, Darrin, don't.

Louise, I really wasn't upset.

I just assumed that Darrin
forgot to tell Larry.

That's another reason
I want to get this settled.

-Men, men.
-Thank you, Betty.

There we are.

"Dinner with the Stephenses,
Thursday, 7:00."

Let me see that.

-That is your handwriting, dear.
-Well, what if it is?

-What does that prove?
-See, I did remember to tell him.

Oh, Samantha, it was our fault.
I'm dreadfully sorry.

Don't be silly, Louise.
This whole thing is ridiculous.

-Larry?
-I'm sorry, Samantha.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Louise.

Mr. Pennybaker,
if you're wondering...

...where you're having dinner,
it's at our house.

-All right, Louise?
-Anything, but let's go shopping.

Yes, well, l--
I think I'd better go too.

I'll walk you ladies out.

You know, not too long ago...

...a dispute like this could have
ended on the duelling field.

Everything according
to the code duello.

Ladies, you probably
don't know this...

...but the duelling code
has a very interesting history.

Now, you take the age of chivalry.
A gentleman in those days--

-Pleased with yourself?
-Well, I'm sorry, Larry.

You've been bugging me about my
memory. I've been trying to improve it.

I know Ed Pennybaker. He considers
himself an authority on everything.

-He likes to be on.
-I didn't notice.

How could you?
You were talking all the time.

Larry, you've got to admit that I did
remember every detail of his account.

Yes. Yes.

Now I wish you would go to your office
and practise a little forgetting.

I can't.
That's the wonderful thing, I can't.

And, Larry, I want to thank you
for insisting that I improve my memory.

Thanks, Lar.

Oh, I'm slow.

English literature...

...room 314, new annex building.

"The Destruction of Sennacherib,"
by Lord Byron.

The Assyrian came down
Like the wolf on the fold

His cohorts were gleaming
In purple and gold

The stockings were hung
By the chimney with care

In hopes that St. Nicholas
Soon would be there?

It's not total recall yet.

-Mr. Stephens?
-Yes, Betty?

I have this international-products
letter for you to sign.

Oh, good.

Betty, you have a semicolon here
in the fourth sentence...

...where I dictated a colon.

-Oh, I'm sorry.
-It's all right. You can fix it.

Oh, fine.

-Send that right out.
-Thank you.

Which reminds me....

That's the fourth time this year
you've made the same mistake.

The first time was in February
in a letter to the Frisbee account.

Then the second time was
concerning the Rohrbach account.

That was on April the 12.

And most recently, it was
in a letter to Clyde, Burke and Weil.

Only this time you made
the same mistake in reverse...

...a colon instead of semicolon.
Better watch that.

Yes, sir.

It's coming back. It's coming back.

Let me guess.

-Go ahead.
-The milkman?

Right. How about
paying your bill, lady?

There. Where's my change?

Oh, Darrin, they're lovely.
What's the occasion?

It's an anniversary.

-Of what?
-Our first quarrel.

How very thoughtful of you.

I was remembering how nice
it was making up afterwards.

Yes, that was nice.

Thank you.

I remember I took you to dinner,
the theatre and dancing afterward.

Oh, yes. You were
so charming and gallant.

Remember the funny
little waiter with the toupee?

You were very romantic too.

And the bandleader
who was smashed out of his skull?

No, but I remember
how sweet you were--

Oh, honey, you must remember him.

They had him propped up
between two music stands.

It was the night we had the fight.
It started--

Darrin, I can't remember
what the fight was about.

I can. It was the time you were going
to meet me outside my office building...

...and you were waiting
at the wrong entrance...

...which left me standing
for one solid hour in the pouring rain.

You do remember that, don't you?

Oh, for heaven's sakes.

Why did you go
to the side entrance?

You always go to the front entrance,
and that's where I waited.

I was waiting there because
you asked me to meet you there.

Why would I do a thing like that?
You made a mistake.

You were just too wet
and irritable to admit it.

It was for your convenience--
For your convenience that I was there.

You were doing some shopping
in that dress store on the side street.

That's ridiculous.
That shop never had anything I wanted.

For your information, that was the day
and place where you bought...

...that yellow dress that you gave
to the rummage committee...

...along with that chocolate cake
that you whipped up.

-Don't raise your voice like that to me.
-There, you see?

You always say that whenever I'm right,
and I'm right, aren't l?

All right. You're right.

Here.
Take your raggedy old flowers...

...and press them in
your dumb, old instant-memory book.

Well, if it's wrong for a man
to try to improve himself...

...to study hard
to get ahead in his job...

...so that he can do better
by his wife and child, well....

Darrin, I'm sorry.

Don't you think you've
improved your memory enough?

Can't you just forget
about the rest of the book?

Samantha, if it weren't for that book,
I wouldn't have remembered...

...our first quarrel
and brought you flowers.

And we wouldn't be having
this brand-new fight.

I'm sorry.

They're lovely.

And I love you very much.

I love you very much.

Oh, that makes it all worthwhile.

Which reminds me of the time--

Listen. But none of you remember
the really early cars.

Now, I mean the first ones.

For instance, who remembers...

...the Lexington Minute Man?
Now, there--

It was a four-cylinder,
four-passenger sports car, early 1900s.

But the interesting thing is
it had bucket seats.

My great-aunt Emma had one.
Hadn't thought of it in years.

Now, that's all right,
as far as you went.

But the valve system--

Ed, to be completely accurate...

...the Lexington was hardly
one of your first cars.

After all,
the internal combustion engine...

...the first patent was taken out
in 1886 by Gottlieb Daimler...

...and credit is given
to a man named Krebs...

...for all the features we find
in today's modern car.

-He designed the Panhard in 1894--
-Right.

Would you mind
refilling my glass?

Darling, since when have you been
so interested in old cars?

I was wondering that myself.

Well, I'm not. But I was doing
some research on automobiles...

...for a motor-car campaign we were
doing back on June 16, 1963...

...and I just picked up
a little information.

Picked up? You made a career of it.

My refill, please?

Yes.

Ed, Ed, Darrin tells me
that you're quite a music lover.

Yes, Ed, tell us about it.

Well, I must say, I do pride
myself on my knowledge of--

Does your husband
know music, Samantha?

-Not really, no.
-We hope.

Well, you see,
I'm particularly interested...

...in that creative giant,
Ludwig van Beethoven.

Beethoven? How nice.

You know,
there's an enduring vitality...

...in all the great music
of the classical period.

Now, you take Beethoven--

Excuse me, Ed,
but as I understand it...

...Beethoven was what we call
a transition composer.

Darrin.

Now, the composers of your
classical period were Haydn, Mozart.

Your romantic composers,
Chopin, Schumann.

Beethoven and Schubert...

...they came in between,
therefore "transition," QED.

Your husband doesn't know music?

I don't. Just something I picked up
from the notes on a record album.

You remember, Louise,
the album of symphony favourites...

...you gave to me eight years ago.

So now it's our fault, huh?

Ed, Larry's been thinking
of putting in a wine cellar...

...and we don't
know anything about it.

I wondered if you could advise us
on anything we should get.

Oh, boy.

As a matter of fact--

There's something about French wines
I'll bet none of you know. In 1875--

-Darrin.
-ln a moment, dear.

--there was a blight
in the French vineyards.

Darrin, I'd like to see you
in the kitchen.

Right now.

Well, excuse me, folks.

Back in a minute.
Why don't you take over, Ed?

Thank you.

Now, about that wine cellar.

That's something I really know.
We built one.

Well, what has gotten into you?

Honey, isn't it marvellous?
Only a few sessions with that book...

...and my memory's increased
a thousand percent.

-What will it be like after I finish it?
-I dread the thought.

What do you mean?

Don't you see that Ed's just
about ready to kill you?

Why? We have so many interests
in common.

Honey, can't you see?
Isn't it exciting?

It's total recall, that's what it is.

And your mother thought
I couldn't handle it.

My mother?

I haven't seen my mother
in two weeks.

But Darrin has.

Mother?

Mother.

-Well....
-Unbearable, isn't he?

You did it, didn't you?

I warned him
he'd be impossible to live with.

You mean,
he asked you for the power?

No, no. He thinks he's doing the whole
thing with that pointed head of his.

And may I say...

...he's on the way to becoming
the champion bore of the world.

You take that spell off him.

But, Samantha,
I didn't put the spell on him.

Witch's honour.

If you didn't put a spell on him...

...then it must be something
he has with him, some object. What?

That's for me to know
and you to find out.

It's a nice little challenge
for you, dear.

Something he's wearing?

Something he has
with him all the time?

Let me know how it comes out.

I'm taking off to Rio.

Really.

Something, something.

No, no, Ed. It wasn't that way at all,
if you'll excuse me.

Columbia came to the Rose Bowl
to play Stanford.

Nobody gave them a chance.

They played the game
in a pouring rain.

It was a scoreless tie
in the fourth quarter.

My Uncle Max told me
all about it when I was a little kid.

Columbia's coach, Lou Little,
had worked out a key play.

At the right moment,
Columbia's quarterback...

...faded back with the ball,
and he threw it.

Oh, I'll get it, Darrin.

You tell Ed all about it.

Well, he threw it to--

What's his name?
It's right on the tip of my tongue.

What is his name, Ed? Help me.

His name was Barabas, Al Barabas.

He scored a touchdown,
they converted...

...the final score was 7 to nothing...

...and you lost $35 to Jess Wallach
when you couldn't afford it.

-How about that?
-Yes.

-Well, how'd you know that, Cynthia?
-Well, I don't know.

Yes, I do. I've heard that story--

Let's see, Ed and I have been
married 1 5 years.

He's told the story
at least twice a week.

That means I would have heard it
at least 1 560 times.

-What?
-Oh, I know his fishing story as well.

He's only told that 1422 times.

-All right, Cynthia.
-Oh, just a minute, darling.

How would you like to hear
about orchid raising?

He just started that 10 years ago,
so he's only told that 836 times.

I didn't realize that
I monopolize the conversation.

But you do, darling. Oh, let me tell you
about our 10th anniversary.

We decided to go back to Niagara Falls
to recapture romance.

We had a lovely view of the falls.
I saw them, but I never heard them.

There was something
drowning them out.

Cynthia.

I'm sorry, Ed.

I shouldn't have said all that.

But suddenly something
came over me...

...and, all of a sudden,
everything came back.

Was I as bad as that? I didn't realize.

You mean, I go on and on and on
about anything, everything...

...the way he does?

Oh, gee, everybody,
I'm sorry if I was talking too much.

Sam, was l?

Samantha, why don't you
give Darrin and Ed...

...something else to think about.
Like, maybe some food for thought?

Oh, that's an excellent idea, Larry.

Well, if memory serves,
dinner is ready.

-Morning, sweetheart.
-Morning.

Honey, where's
my instant-memory book?

Darrin, after all we've been through,
what do you want that thing for?

I misplaced my watch.

I thought a quick review
would help me remember where I left it.

Oh, well, I took it.
The strap was broken.

I'm gonna have it fixed.
I forgot to tell you.

You see?
It's my memory, not yours.

I have a strange feeling there
is something wrong with my memory.

All that total recall couldn't be
entirely from that book.

What conversation did I have with
your mother that slipped my mind...

...Iike I wish every conversation
with your mother would?

You suspect my mother?

Why, Darrin,
I find that hard to believe.

I bet you find it harder to deny.

Much harder.

But I love you...

...so could you try
and forget about Mother...

...and memory...

...and remembering,
and concentrate on that?

A cinch.

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