All language subtitles for Cheers.S06E14.1080p.BluRay.x264-BORDURE

Cheers is filmed
before a live studio audience.

Sam, I think Carla has a drink order.

- Sweetheart, are you all right?
- Sammy, I think this could be it.

I think the twins are coming.

Well, what do you know?
The sixers are in town tonight.

Isn't it amazing
how Carla's labor pains

always seem to coincide
with Celtic home games?

- What? No.
- Hey, hey, hey.

- Wait a minute.
- Jeez.

Do you think that I would exploit

this beautiful thing
called motherhood

just to go to some
stupid basketball game?

- I'm insulted.
- Carla, I am not falling for it this time.

You can scream till you shatter
every glass in this bar,

but you're not going anywhere.

Sweetheart, you're just gonna
have to give birth right here in the bar.

No, come on, it won't be that bad.

Remember, the last kid you had here
was no big deal.

All you had to do was a little
snip-snip and a quick mop-up,

and you were right back
on your feet.

Let me call you a cab, Carla.

That's all right.
I got one waiting, thank you.

There wouldn't happen to be another
seat in the delivery room, would there?

No, there are only seats
for me and Eddie, Sam. Maybe next...

...child.

Announcement! Announcement!

I just got a phone call
and if things work out,

it might be my ticket out of here.

Don't you even wanna know
what it's about?

There's more?

Yes. I have been asked
to organize a cocktail party

for Mr. Daniel T. Collier.

Daniel T. Collier,
the lemon-wafer king?

No, that's Donald P. Cooper.

Hey, I love those lemon wafers.

You ever dip them in cocoa
and get them out without breaking them?

Yeah, do you know you can make
a mock apple-pie with those.

Excuse me, those are Ritz crackers.

Stop talking about wafers.

This is Daniel T. Collier,
the chairman of the board,

the chief executive officer of Lillian.

Sammy, don't you have, like,
the slightest bit of guilt

selling this bar
to a corporation named Lillian?

Well, we used to be called
Draxx Chemical Dye and Munitions,

but people had trouble
believing our motto,

"We care about people."

Okay, I'm gonna need
the best of everything.

The best food, the best liquor.

The best bartender?

You?

Good one, Sam.

Did I say something funny here?

Well, actually, I didn't get it either.
I was just laughing to be polite.

But in my own defense,

I do get some things
that no one else does.

When there's a shine
On your shoes

There's a melody in your heart

Shiny shoes, huh?

Shiny shoes, shiny shoes

So, gents, notice anything different
about me today?

Okay, I'll go out on a limb.
New shoes?

Yes, sirree, Normie.
And for a limited time only,

thanks to the US Postal Service,
you too can be saying to your feet,

"Thanks for your support."

Are we to deduce from this, Cliff,

that you are now selling
mail-order shoes?

I am not selling shoes, Herr Doktor.

I'm selling dreams.

Dreams of a little cobbler in Missouri
who pours his heart into every sole.

You know, actually, Cliff,
with a pair of dark socks,

those could look halfway decent.

- How much are they, Cliff?
- $19.99.

Well, what the heck?
For 20 bucks, I'll give it a shot.

- Hey, deal, deal.
- Yeah.

All right, order me a size 11.

Normie, Normie, Normie, these are not
your assembly-line clodhoppers.

These are precisely
machine measured.

- How do I do it, then?
- Just trace your tootsies

on a cocktail napkin
over here, fellas. All right?

Boy, I'll tell you,

this brings back memories
of my dad when I was a kid.

Did you used to order your shoes
through the mail?

He was always getting taken
by some huckster.

Sam, if you were throwing a party,

would you order
Dom Pérignon or Cristal?

- Cristal.
- Dom Pérignon it is, then.

This is getting insulting.

You know,
I don't think that she respects us.

What do you mean us, Sam?

You're the one who goofed up
that champagne thing.

Woody, come on, man,
we're a team.

Is that the insulting part?

Listen. The point is,
she doesn't think that we're worthy

of hanging around
with her society friends.

She thinks we're nincompoops.

Nincompoops?

Let's go, Sam,
we're going to talk to her.

- What?
- Nobody calls Woody Boyd

a nincompoop.

Except my dad.

Miss Howe?
With all due respect,

that "nincompoop" crack really hurt.

Woody,
I didn't call you a nincompoop.

All right, then why won't you let us
tend bar at your party?

Is it because you think
we're incompetent?

You think we're not
smooth enough?

You think we're uncouth?

No, I need you here.

Oh, okay. Let's go, Sam.

Now, what are you doing?
Where are you going?

Sam, now, look.
Really, why do you care?

Why on earth
do you wanna work this party?

You know, by not hiring us,
what you're doing

is you're telling the rest of the world
that Sam Malone is not fit

for the society of decent folks.

That he's incompetent.
That he's a clod.

- Well, what about me, Sam?
- You too, Woody.

And I'm gonna
tell you something, lady,

we may not have come out of Harvard,
we may not belong to a yacht club

and we may not have tended bar
at a polo tournament,

but we know how to do our job,
and we do it with dignity and class.

You're right.

I'm sorry. The job is yours.

- All right!
- All right!

Lovely party, Rebecca.

Why, thank you, Mr. Collier.

- Isn't this place something, Sam?
- Oh, yeah.

I think it's even nicer than
Wheeler's Funeral Parlor in Hanover.

Of course,
that's not the most fun place in town.

No, I'll bet not.

That would be
Bob's Funeral Parlor.

Oh, my God, Woody,
is it me or is that woman gorgeous?

You look nice, Sam, but I'm gonna
have to go with the woman.

Do me a favor here,
will you, buddy?

Hold down the fort here
while I pass that lady

a tray of smoked Sammy.

Great party, huh?

Yes.

I'll have a Manhattan.

What? Oh, this?

Well, you think I'm a bartender?

Well, what do you think you are?

Well, I'll tell you the truth.
I used to be a bartender,

but now I'm an eccentric millionaire.

I just dress like this to remind myself
of my modest beginnings.

Back behind the bar.

I pay her to say that.
It keeps me humble.

Malone, now.

That was a good one, huh?

I'm gonna have
to give her a raise, huh?

Looking good.

Woody, what are you doing?

That is not a trash can.
That is a work of art.

Oh, my God.

This is just what I need
is for Collier to see this.

He is a collector.

Hey, just calm down, now.
Nobody's seen anything yet.

Woody, take it in the kitchen
and clean it out.

Sure, Sam. Sorry, Miss Howe.

Woody, go, just go.

I got you. I got you.

I tell you, Sam,
this is the last time

I'm gonna throw
one of these fancy parties.

The next time one
of these hotshots wants it--

Don't worry, Miss Howe,
it was only a tray of glasses.

Thank God.
Let's not tempt fate, Woody.

I'll clean it myself.

They weren't great glasses
and they were dirty.

Just a guess here, the vase?

It was there. I was holding it.

It was right in my hands.
And now it's gone.

Well, maybe we can glue it back
together and no one will ever know.

Forget that.

Here, just calm down, now.
Calm down. It was an accident.

I'm sure Mr. Collier
will understand that.

No, he won't. This isn't the first time
I've goofed up at the company.

I started out as a junior executive

and I'm diligently working
my way down to the mail room

with a brief stopover
at that Siberia called Cheers.

Stop it. Just calm down, here.
Calm down.

I know. I'll just resign now.

Move back to San Diego,
join the Navy, grow old and die.

Boy, Sam, I really feel sorry for her.

Never thought I'd say it, but so do I.

It's just...

Look at this party
she threw together here.

And then that happens.

Poor kid.

- You think they'll make me manager?
- Hey, yo, over here.

You know,

Woody, I'm about to do
a decent thing here.

- Get out.
- Yeah.

I'm gonna take the fall for this.
I mean, what the hell?

I'm a great bartender.
I can get a job anywhere I want.

Sam, that's the second nicest thing
you've ever done.

Well, thank you.
What's the nicest?

When you let me drive
your Corvette.

Oh, right. Right, right.
That's good. That's good.

Excuse me, young man.

What happened to the vase that was
sitting there? Did somebody move it?

Sir, I have a confession.

My name is Woody Boyd
and by accident I broke your vase.

You--? You broke it?

You--

Do you know how many years
I waited to add that to my collection?

Do you realize the significance
of that piece?

No, sir.

Oh, and I also broke some glasses.

No, Sam, I can't let you do it.
It wouldn't be right that you--

Mr. Collier.

- There's been a terrible accident.
- Yes.

This person just told me
how he destroyed my vase.

But Woody didn't do it.

No, what she means
is I didn't do it on purpose.

Yes, I know.

The only thing that can match
my great disappointment

at losing the vase

is the admiration
that I feel for this boy.

Woody, you showed
great courage and integrity

in stepping up
to face the music here.

Rebecca, would you mind standing in
for Woody for a little while?

You wouldn't mind, would you?
I'd like to get to know him better.

You want a drink?

Oh, sure.

Well, just tell the girl.

Miss Howe, I'll have a gin and tonic.

Well, come on. She'll bring them in.

Another Manhattan.

Manhattan, huh?

I own a lot of that, you know.

Right,
the eccentric-millionaire routine.

I gotta tell you the truth here.

I'm getting bored
serving all these stiffs drinks.

What do you say you and I go out
and spend some of my money?

What time does France close,
anyway?

I think they're remodeling.

Have any other suggestions?

Well, unfortunately,
my mansion's being painted

and my yacht's in dry dock.

Well, let me see. I know what.

You know, my chauffeur's got a little
one-bedroom apartment downtown.

What do you say
you and I go slumming?

Let me guess.
You're not really rich at all, are you?

Well, now, define rich.

I have my health.

I think I'll just stick with the drink.

Let me get this straight.

When you thought
that I was a millionaire,

you were ready to go out with me,

but now that
I'm just a healthy bartender,

you don't want to have
anything to do with me.

I gotta tell you, lady, that makes you
an incredibly shallow person.

Do you actually think
this sort of approach is going to work?

Absolutely. You see, I'm an incredibly
shallow person myself.

Between the two of us,

we couldn't make
a decent wading pool.

- What do you say?
- Don't I know you from somewhere?

Well, you probably caught me
out at Fenway, huh?

Of course.

I bought a bag of peanuts from you.

Another round of brandies
for Butch and Sundance.

They're really hitting it off, huh?

I should say so.
They're in there singing school songs.

If you hate Ivy League fight songs,

wait till you hear one
from bartending school.

You're not taking this very well.

- What a little backstabber.
- Oh, now, cut that out.

Woody took a big risk, you know.

You broke the vase
and he took the blame for it.

It didn't have to turn out that way.

He just had your best interest
at heart.

I know. I could just hug him
till his tongue turns black.

You know, I'm not convinced
you're a millionaire,

but I am sold on the eccentric part.

Well, that's a start.

Well, and since I'm not getting
any interesting nibbles tonight anyway,

I'm reconsidering your offer.

Nibbles are my specialty.

Great. Well, what time
will you be getting off?

Oh, listen,
I've got to show you a trick shot.

Now, you watch this.

Got you again, Pinky!

You can't do that.

You seem to have something
in your eye, Woodhead.

I'll get it for you.

It's noogie time.

- Oh, no, no!
- Noogie time!

No, Woody!

Oh, no. No more.

Ten-hut.

I see our serving wench is here.

I mean, hello, Miss Howe.

Oh, Woody.

I tell you, you have no idea
how hard it is to find young fellas

with your stuff,
in this day and age.

You ought to see
the button-down brats

my granddaughter
drags home from college.

She really deserves someone
more solid, someone real.

Someone with a strong back
and a thick neck, you know?

Someone like you, Woody.

Thank you, sir. I couldn't.

Yeah, I could.

She's out in Vail right now
on a skiing holiday.

I'm going up there tomorrow.

Woody, why don't you join me?

- Do you mean that, Pinky?
- You bet I do.

Well, I don't know
if Miss Howe would be too happy--

Oh, she'll be thrilled.

- To my toes.
- See?

So great, I'll go tell Jameson
to arrange it right now.

Woody, where do you get
these things?

Go figure, Miss Howe.

I mean, you break the vase

and I end up being
the big boss' buddy.

Isn't life funny?

Do you mean funny "ha-ha"
or funny, a living nightmare?

- Is something wrong, Miss Howe?
- Yes, something is wrong.

I am the one
who should be playing pool.

I'm the one who should be
smoking cigars and drinking brandy.

I'm the one who should be
going out with his granddaughter.

You know what I mean.

I'm sorry, Miss Howe.
I was only trying to help.

Okay, Woody, we're all set.

I'll stop by at the bar
tomorrow afternoon and pick you up.

Pinky, I have a confession.

I didn't break your vase.
Miss Howe did.

I'm glad I got that off my chest.

You broke my vase?

Well, actually, yes.

That's the most cowardly thing
I have ever heard.

You'd let this fine young man
take the blame

for your clumsiness?

I don't know, Miss Howe.

I'm gonna have to seriously reconsider
your future with our organization.

Pinky, wait a minute here.

Miss Howe is a very nice lady.

Klutzy, sure, but,

she has a heart of gold.

Well, all right.

Woody, if you'll vouch for her,
I'll give her another chance, I guess.

Thanks, Pinky.

Hey, by the way,
your barn door is open.

Woody.

Hey, everybody, look what
the shoe fairy left under my pillow.

There you go.

Okay, Fox and Hounds,
that's you, Pete.

Hugh, you had the Executives.

Norm, you had the Old Smoothies,
didn't you?

Let's see. Frasier.
Would you give those to Frasier?

- All right, who had the Playboy?
- Who else?

Hold it, hold it, wait a minute.

You bought shoes
from Boston's fashion king,

- Oleg the Weenie?
- Yep.

I can't leave you guys alone
for a minute.

Hey, Cliff, I gotta hand it to you.
These are really comfortable.

Yeah, you betcha.

- What style are these?
- The Star Fighter.

Yes.

I was sorely tempted
to get the Coupe deVilles,

but I do love tassels, so...

Cliff ie, mine squeak.

After a few weeks of constant wear,
it'll be all right.

Make it stop.

Normie, what's the big deal?

I mean, squeaky shoes
are only a problem if you're a mugger.

Cliff, mine are a little squeaky too.

Mine are squeaking too, Cliff.

In E minor.

Stop, freeze, everybody.

Back on your bar stools.
Right now. Go on.

Hurry up.

Thank you.

Miss Howe.
May I see you for a moment?

Yes, sir.

He's changed his mind. I'm doomed.

Next stop, Hell.

Compliment his tie.

Last night at the party
someone broke an irreplaceable vase.

That's a very nice tie.

Are you listening to me?

We found the remains in the trash.
Now, was it any of your people?

You mean you don't know
who broke it?

Unfortunately,
I had a little too much to drink.

The whole evening's rather foggy.

And you mean
you don't remember anything?

And you have no idea who did it?

No, but when I find out, they're going
to wish they never crossed my path.

Because I'll find a way
to make their life a living hell.

I don't blame you.
And when you find out who did it,

give me a call,
I'll give them a piece of my mind.

- Guess who, Pinky?
- No, Woody, Woody!

What in God's name
do you think you're doing?

I'll show you what I'm doing.

- Noogie.
- Stop it.

Who is this madman?

This is Woody Boyd.

Woody, last night a very valuable vase
was broken at Mr. Collier's,

but he doesn't remember who did it.

Of course he knows who did it.
It was--

Fire! Fire!

What fire?

Wait, hold it!
Now, hold it, there is no fire.

She didn't say "fire."

She said "flyer."

Yes, yes, I thought I saw
Amelia Earhart up there.

Great. Nice save, Rebecca.

What in God's name
is going on here?

Oh, well,
it's the Squeaky Shoe Club.

Look, I intend
to get to the bottom of this.

Now, Miss Howe, you were in charge
of that party last night.

Do you or do you not know
who broke my vase?

Of course she does.

I certainly do.
It's time the truth came out.

- It was--
- Me.

- No, Sam.
- Yes, Rebecca,

- I wanna do this.
- You, huh?

Sir...

...you have grit.

You don't ski by any chance,
do you?