All language subtitles for Cheers.S02E09.They.Called.Me.Mayday.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track4_[eng]

Cheers is filmed before
a live studio audience.

Morning, Norm.

Morning, Sam.

- Coffee's on.
- Great. Any calls?

Vera called this morning.

Oh, yeah?
You guys gonna patch it up?

No. She just wanted to reach out
and nag someone.

Come on, admit it, Norm.
You miss her.

Yeah. Yeah, I do miss her.

Matter of fact, Sam,
there's only one thing

that keeps me from
taking her back right now.

- She kicked you out on your butt.
- Right.

Sammy, I appreciate your letting
me crash here for a while.

- Don't mention it.
- When I get back on my feet,

I insist on paying you
some kind of rent. All right?

Hey, come on, Norm,
that's not necessary.

Come on.
I have my pride to consider. Please.

All right. You can pay me
a dollar a month.

For what?

All right, how about 50 cents?

All right, fine. No cleaning deposit.

- We're low on cream, Sam--
- Yeah, I'll get right on it.

No-- No rush, no rush.

Coach, do you know who that is?

Who, the guy with Dick Cavett?

Coach, that's Dick Cavett.

Yeah, it is him.

Yeah, lecturer, talk-show host,
raconteur, short guy.

Kind of cute for a brainiac.

I used to watch him on PBS.

You watch PBS?

Sure. There's that one show
I used to love in particular.

Which one?

Well, the one with all the girls
answering the phones.

I wonder what Dick Cavett's
doing in Boston.

I don't like the look on her face.

I haven't seen one I do like.

Oh, look at this. What a shame.

Scooter McGrath died.
Heart attack.

Oh, who was he, Coach?

An old teammate of mine, Carla.
Nice guy.

Oh, Coach, I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah, well, you know,
Scooter had a lot of bad habits.

He probably got himself
out of shape.

Yeah, well, there you go, Coach.

Just goes to show you, you know,
everybody needs a little bit of exercise.

Yeah, I could sure
use something, Cliffo.

- What do you recommend?
- Well... Oh, you could do what I do.

It's prehensile isotonic geometrics.

Prehensile isotonic geometrics.

What is it?

Well, it's muscle tension
under constant contraction.

See, the beauty of it is
you can do it anytime, anywhere,

but you don't perspire.

- You wanna give it a shot, Coach?
- Yeah, sure.

Yeah, okay. So choose a muscle
and when I say, "Go,"

- flex it for 60 seconds. Right?
- Right.

One, two, three, go.

I saw this on Twilight Zone once.

Excuse me, I couldn't help noticing
you're Dick Cavett.

Hi. Well, I couldn't help
being Dick Cavett.

Wit. My ears hunger for it.

Being an aspiring poetess,
I, of course, enjoyed your interviews

with all those wonderful
writers and poets.

I will never forget the night
that that Russian poet decided

- to defect right on your stage.
- Yeah, that was a great moment.

Upset the cleaning crew a little.

You goose.

So, what brings you to our hostelry?

Well, if you must know,
and I gather you must,

I'm doing a book-signing party
over at the Copley Plaza.

Yes, yes, your new book.
It's wonderful.

- Have you read it?
- No, I can only imagine.

You-- You must have a lot of close
and dear friends

who are in the publishing world.

A few.

Wouldn't it be a great thrill for you
to run across a budding poetic genius?

Only if I were wearing cleats.

You don't know how I welcome
your sense of humor

in this desert of banality.

- Really? I wouldn't call this a desert.
- No?

No, a desert would be
an easier place to get a drink.

Oh, yes.

What can I get you?

Time's up, Coach.

So did it work, Coach?

No, Cliff, I was trying
to flex my gall bladder,

but I remembered it's in Providence.

That is the stupidest
exercise system I ever saw.

Yeah, stupid like a fox.

- How do you keep so trim, Carla?
- Sex.

You mean sex
is the greatest exercise?

No. I miss it so much I can't eat.

We ran together

Spring set the pace

Through the wild heather's bloom

We stopped

Transfixed by a mayfly's flight

Is love not such

But easier to capture

"A bug", you said

Crushing it

I smiled, but just a little

Well, what did you think?

Well, it's--
It could use a little bit of--

What shall I say? It needs a little--

- Ambiguity, tension and paradox?
- Exactly.

Well, I think I solved that
with Ephemera II.

The sky was gossamer

- Diane?
- Filling the world with--

- Diane?
- Yes.

Somebody wants you at another table.

- Who?
- Everybody at this one.

Come on.

Come on. Scoot, come on.

I'm sorry about that, Mr. Cavett.
She gets a little overexcited sometimes.

- That's all right. Happens all the time.
- I'm Sam Malone.

I'm the owner of the bar here. You want
anything, you just call me. All right?

- Hey, wait. Sam Malone?
- Yeah.

- You used to play baseball?
- Yeah, that's right.

- Yeah.
- You remember me?

Sure. I saw you pitch once
in Yankee Stadium.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

- Did I have a good night?
- I hope so. You had a lousy day.

As I remember, you hit three batters
and gave up back-to-back homers.

- Do you remember that game?
- I had a drinking problem

back in those days.

There are a few things
I don't remember,

like 1974, 1975.

'75, the year
you won the pennant.

We did? Well, hey.
How about that, huh?

Is that right?

- Well, you certainly seem fine now.
- Yeah, well, I finally kicked it.

Listen, if you want anything,
you just give a holler.

- Okay, Sam.
- Okay.

Say, Sam?

- I wanna thank you for everything.
- You bet.

Pleasure meeting you.

Say...

Has it ever occurred to you that there
might be some public interest

in your life story?

Oh, you mean because
of my baseball career

and my battle against alcohol
and the irony of owning a bar now?

- That's right.
- Never crossed my mind.

How about this?

Type up 50 pages, submit it to me,
I'll show it to a publisher.

They're always looking for a good story.

Hey, that's great.

Why you doing this for me?

Well, I like to encourage
young writers, you know,

especially one who has a potential
of being inferior to me.

Hey, thank you very much,
Mr. Cavett.

- Hey, guys, did you hear that?
- What?

Mr. Cavett's gonna help me
get my life story published.

Diane, did you--?

The man was just starting to fall
under the thrall of my poetry

when you distracted him
with your own miserable life.

Come on, sweetheart,
it wasn't anything like that.

I mean, it was his idea.

Well, it's still ridiculous.

Sam, the written word
is very special to me.

To you, it's nothing more than
a means of finding the men's room.

Now, come on.

Listen, I wrote pretty good
in high school.

You didn't write pretty good.

You wrote pretty well.

Gee, I wish she'd make up her mind.

Wait a second here.
Listen, I got an idea.

You're a pretty go-- well writer.
Why--? Why don't we--?

Listen, why don't you help me
write this thing?

Please?

You're just feeling sorry for me.

No, I'm not. Listen, I am not.

Come here. Come here.

Look, I threw away my chance
to be a famous guy once.

Maybe you could help me this time.

Please?

- Well, it would be good experience.
- Yeah.

However, I would insist
on an "as told to" credit.

Okay. Hey, listen,
I think this is gonna be great.

You and I make such a wonderful team
in every other way, huh?

Come on, Sam. Now, do you wanna
fool around, or you wanna write?

Well, I thought I could do one,
and you could do the other.

- Let's get started.
- All right. Hey.

Moonglow?

Moonglow Peterson, is that you?

It's me, Wally Bodell.

Wally Bodell?
From Dean Acheson High?

- One and the same.
- All right.

- Hey.
- Well, I'll be.

- I haven't seen you since high school.
- Yeah.

Yeah, you put on a few pounds, pal.

You lost a few.

Yeah, you know,
I work out a little bit, you know?

Oh, yes.

- It is good seeing you, Moonglow.
- Yeah. Good to see you.

Moonglow, huh?

Yeah, well, we wrestled together
in high school.

Yeah, and in the state tournament,

his opponent accidentally yanked off
Norm's trunks.

Well, don't laugh.
That's how I first caught Vera's eye.

- Well, let me get you a beer here.
- I got some.

Oh, good, good, good.

- Old Vera.
- Yeah.

Boy, you know, Norm and I competed
for Vera all through high school.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- What ever happened to her, huh, Norm?
- Married her.

Married the hell out of her.

Actually, Wally, Vera and I
are kind of separated right now.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Oh, that's too bad. Too bad.

Hey, you wouldn't mind if I just sort of

dropped by and said hello to her,
would you?

Mind?

Hell, no, she's nothing to me now.

- Don't worry about it.
- That's right.

He's going out with a girl that's a lot
better than that old Vera.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, that old hag.

- And you can tell her too.
- Yeah. Damn right.

What's her name?

- It's--
- Tanya.

Right, right, Tanya.

Yeah. Tanya Cocoabutter.

Hey, well, you're sure you don't mind
if I drop by on Vera, huh?

- Sure.
- All right.

- I gotta go. Nice meeting you, Cliff.
- Hey, Wally.

- Yeah. Take care, Wally.
- Good seeing you. All right.

Hey, don't mention it, now.

Say, Norm, when are you
gonna bring Tanya by here?

Hey, Normie, Normie,
what's the long face for?

What's the matter?

You guys don't know Wally like I do.

He moves fast.

I wonder if Vera will let me
kiss the bride at their wedding.

Well, I'm sure she will, Normie.

She didn't at ours.

Of course, you know,
I didn't try that hard.

Boy, I feel terrific.

- Been exercising, Coach?
- Yeah.

I just came back
from doing some laps in the pool.

How many are you up to?

Three. Takes about an hour.

Coach, that's kind of slow, isn't it?

I could run a hell of a lot faster
if they got the water out of there.

Well, you know what they say, Coach.

Healthy body, healthy mind.

- Pick one you got a good shot at.
- Right.

I never felt better. I'm telling you,
I feel 20 years old again.

- Good for you, Coach.
- Carla, listen.

I bet you I could do
handstand pushups right now,

and I haven't done any in years.

- I'm gonna try it.
- Oh, Coach. You be careful there.

- You might hurt something.
- I gotta try it, Cliffo.

Now let me try it one-handed.

I still got the old touch.

Coach, what the hell are you doing?

Handstand pushups, Sam.

Like I used to do in spring training.

Coach, you never did
handstand pushups in spring training.

That was Johnny Driscoll.

Oh, yeah, Johnny Driscoll.

Are you okay?

Yeah, Carla, I'm okay.

Thanks to Sam.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I got a kick out of it.

Yeah.

Don't worry about it.

I'll be here.

Yeah.

- Who's that on the phone?
- Wally Bodell.

Guess he didn't like my little prank.

- What did you do, Norm?
- Told the cops he was holding dope.

You'd think the guy had never been
strip-searched before.

What a sorehead.

Normie, how could you
do a thing like that, huh?

Guy's getting on my nerves.

He's really putting the moves
on Vera.

Every time I drive by the house,
his damn car's in the driveway.

Oh, so he's coming down here now, huh?

Yeah, gonna talk things over
a little bit.

Good idea, Norm.
You have a little talk,

you punctuate it
with a fist in his face.

Yeah, she might have a point
there, Normie.

I mean, you've sort of hit bottom now,

so it's time to make repairs,
fix the old engine

and get back out on that highway.

Don't tell me you wrecked
the car too, Normie.

No, Coach, it's a metaphor.

Those are the hardest
to get parts for.

Hey, Diane. He's here.

Mr. Cavett?

- Richard.
- Oh, yeah. Hi.

Thanks for coming on down.

- This is great.
- That's okay.

Say, I'm a little late for a meeting,
so I can't stay very long, Sam, but

well, I-- I thought you'd probably
be anxious to hear the verdict.

Guilty.

I'm sorry.

We're both a little bit nervous here.
What did you think?

Well, I-- I thought the writing
was competent,

you know,
a little undisciplined in places,

but still, it has a certain energy to it,

and...

- That's great.
- Thank you.

I take it you're Sam's coauthor?

Miss "Jessica Simpson-Bourget"?

Diane Chambers.

I was only hiding
behind that nom de plume

until I made sure that you liked it.

- Yeah.
- I did just find that out, didn't I?

How can I put this, Jessica?

- You don't like it?
- Well, I liked it.

It-- it shows a great deal
of promise and--

But you're not going to give it
to your publisher?

Well, I'm afraid not.

How come?

Well, I sounded him out
about it, but he,

he feels it's a little tame.
Not controversial enough.

Well, what about
the booze problem?

Well, I guess booze
isn't enough these days.

Maybe ten years ago, but,

you know, nowadays they're looking
for something a little more spicy,

drugs, homosexuality,
a little perversion.

Oh, sorry I didn't get out more.

You know what, though?
There is an inference in here

that you were a bit of a playboy
during your career.

Playboy? Hell, yes.

Well, kind of.

What I was gonna say was you seem
to kind of shy away from that in here,

and, well, the cold fact is, sex sells.

Now, of course, my publisher
wouldn't be interested in it,

but there are plenty who would, and,
you know, it might be worth the chance.

Anyway, I'll say goodbye now.
I gotta run along.

Okay.

Well, thank you, anyway,
for coming down here, Mr. Cavett.

Oh sure, sure.

Ta-ta, Richard.

Well, hey, what do you say
we get started here, huh?

Started on what?

Well, on what Mr. Cavett
was talking about here.

Spicing this thing up a little bit.

Sam,

I'm not going to have
my first published manuscript

be a memoir full of luridities.

Oh, no-- No, sweetheart, I think what
he was talking about was--

I know what he was talking about.

Hey-- Hey, come on, Diane.

I mean, if we get published,
this could mean a whole new life for me.

For you too.

No, no, I would never prostitute
my talents that way.

Well, would
Jessica Simpson-Bourget?

That little smut-peddler?

In a minute.

- I got some paper in the office.
- Okay.

If they want steam,
I'll give them steam.

I'm going to use every weapon
in my literary arsenal

to make their tongues hang out
in unbridled desire.

Coach, we don't wanna be bothered.

Who does?

Norm.

He's here.

Hey, here comes Black Bart,

and this town ain't big enough
for both of you.

Of course, what town is?

You wanted to see me, Moonglow?

Go get him, Norm.

Yeah, I wanted to just talk.

Talk's cheap.
Throw some hands.

He wants you to leave
his woman alone.

So you don't like me
seeing Vera, huh?

- No.
- No.

I'm not real wild about it, frankly.

There's something
you ought to know, Norm.

I like Vera a lot.

Yeah? How'd you like
the state trooper with the icy hands?

It had its moments.

You know, you're as big a dink
as you were in high school, Peterson.

- Remodel his face.
- Positions.

Oh, you're in trouble, Bodell.

Hey, come on, you guys.

Pin him. Pin him.

Take this outside, will you?

Back off, Coach.
I'm fighting for my woman.

Yeah, winner gets Vera.

Get him, Norm.

It's not exactly Frazier-Ali, is it?

Give?

- No, you?
- No.

Coach, a glass of water, please.

Boy, can I write.

One, two, three.

It's over.

- I did it.
- Way to go, Normie.

Now take what's left of your self-respect
and clear out of here.

All right, Moonglow.

All right, you beat me,
just like you used to in high school.

We still friends?

Hey, don't let
a seven-and-a-half-hour hug

give you the wrong idea.

Congratulations, Norm.
You won Vera.

Who?

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
That's what we're fighting for, yeah.

I'll have to tell her about it
when I see her.

Norm, go to that phone
and call Vera.

Yeah.

I guess I should.
I'd rather have a trophy, but...

Boy, does she write good.