All language subtitles for Cheers.S07E03.1080p.BluRay.x264-BORDURE

Cheers is filmed
before a live studio audience.

Good gravy. Look here.

It says that one out of every three
of our leisure dollars

is spent in some kind
of amusement park.

Mickey Mouse is
a billion-dollar industry.

For crying out... You know,
if you gotta have theme parks,

why not give the kids
some real heroes to look up to.

You know what I mean?

Like generals or astronauts,
postal workers, pioneers...

Back up there, Cliff.

Postal workers?

Sure. Why not?

Hey, why not, indeed.

Get this...

Postal World.

No, hey.

That's not half bad.

No. It's all bad.

No. Just imagine this,

a whole amusement complex
devoted to the postal experience.

All America could thrill to the glory

and the pageantry and the passion
that is the US Postal Service.

And you seriously think
that will work?

You bet I do.

If I can peddle this idea,

I might be able
to make some real money

and get out of this dead-end job.

We got a delivery here
for a Woody Boyd.

Already? Oh, boy!

Great. Sign right there.

Hey, Sam, you think
Miss Howe would mind

if I put this in her office
till the end of my shift?

That depends. What's in it?

4,000 Bees.

Then, by all means.

Woody, I didn't know
you kept bees.

Are you kidding?

Hey, when I was kid,
you couldn't keep me away

from my uncle Fergie's hives.

In fact, you'll never guess
what they used to call me.

"The kid rolling
around on the ground

in agony covered
with painful welts"?

No. Woody, the beekeeper.

But you couldn't have known that.

Yeah, uncle Fergie always
told me that when he retired,

he'd send me a batch
of his best buck fast bees.

This is gonna be great.

Woody, are you sure it's safe
to keep those things in here?

Mr. Clavin, a bee won't hurt you
unless you scare him.

Like my Uncle Fergie always told me,

"Move slowly and methodically
and a bee can be your best friend."

Go for it, Cliff.
It's the best offer you ever had.

Oh, well, if it isn't the boss lady
rolling in at the crack of 3:30.

You know, I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to tell your superior

and my close personal friend
Mr. Stone that you were late.

You're a lousy snitch, Malone.

Hey, that's not true.
I'm gonna tell him you said that.

Tell him whatever you want
to tell him. I don't care.

I'm sick and tired
of spending my time

catering to the whims
of that psycho Stone.

How many "K"s in "psycho"?

Hi, Miss Howe. You got a message.

Mr. Stone got fired,

and the new Executive
Vice President wants to see you

in his office, at 4:30 p.m. sharp.

Let me see that.

This is a blank
piece of paper, Woody.

I know. I just carried it to remind me
to give you the message.

Stone's out?

My main man at HQ?

Boy, there go
all my corporate hopes.

Wait a minute.
I don't have any corporate hopes.

Well, this lets you off the hook
a little bit, doesn't it?

Don't be so sure.
Things don't change.

It's just another executive
who'll take an instant dislike to me

and then make my life hell.

Unless he's been reading
my reports, and sees

that I've been treated unfairly,

and decides
to champion me in the firm.

Come off it! I'm sure
he's already heard the stories,

and he's just gonna bring me
in there and laugh at me.

I need to calm down.
I'm beginning to hear buzzing sounds.

What the hell's in this box?

Those are my bees, Miss Howe.

Enough said.

Hey, can I keep them in there
till the end of the day?

Sure, anything you want.

In my mood, I'll agree to anything.

Sounds like my cue.

Sammy, for crying out loud.

Why is it always the great ones
who never know when to retire?

Hey, come on,
I'm the Cy Young of skirt chasers.

Yeah. Cy Young's 108 and dead

and still doing better
with Rebecca than you are.

That's all right.
I know where my problem was.

I made too big a deal
out of everything.

I've always been at my best
when I was spontaneous.

I'm just gonna go in here

and say whatever
comes to my mind.

- Ready, Norm?
- Say, what are those?

Visual aids.

Good afternoon, Miss Howe.

I believe you've met
my associate Mr. Peterson.

How do you do?

What is this?

Well, since you admire the people
in the business world so much,

I thought that I would try
speaking to you

in a language
that you might understand.

First graph, please.

Norm, how much
did he pay you to do this?

Come now.
Mr. Malone and I go way back.

We're dear old friends... $80, not yet.

Okay. Now this first graph
represents your dating history.

There's nothing on it.

Exactly! Next graph, please.

Now, this line represents
the sexual drive

of a woman about your age
throughout her entire life.

Now, this line here represents
the sexual drive

of a man about my age.

You'll notice that these two lines

intersect at approximately 4:27
this afternoon right here.

- What's that?
- My place.

Thank you, Mr. Peterson.
That will be all.

You know, Norm,
I would have expected this of Sam,

but I can't believe
you were part of it.

Well, it was either this

or listen to Cliff
sing the "Ave Maria."

Please. Five more minutes.
Could I, please?

I've got work to do here, man.

Well, that concludes
the formal part of our program.

Now, let's get naked.

Sam, I am very flattered

that you went to the trouble
to buy a pointer.

But I'm not going out with you.

Oh, why?

Because I'm concentrating
on my career.

That's fine.

But before you make
the final decision on this,

let's try this.

Have sex with me 25 times,

and if at the end of the night
you're still not sure,

then I won't say another thing.

No. Sam, look,
I have wasted too much time.

I'm not getting any younger,
and I've made a decision

to only date men
who can help my career.

They have a name
for women like that.

Yeah. Vice President.

You know, I'll tell you
something, lady.

You know, you go ahead
and have a career

of sucking up to people
that'll get you ahead.

I wouldn't date you now

if you got down
on your hands and knees

and begged me to go out with you.

You want proof?

Go ahead. Come on.
Ask me out on a date.

Sam, you've tried this ploy before.

No. I'm serious. Ask me.

- Will you go out with me?
- No, not in a million years.

Not if you were
the last woman on earth.

Okay, now we know I can do it.

Let's celebrate.

- Here you go, miss.
- Thank you.

You work here in headquarters?

No, I'm out in the field
in a managerial position.

I'm here for a meeting

with the new Executive
Vice-President, Mr. Teal.

He's tough.

You nervous?

Hardly. I've seen
so many suits come and go

that now I just take them in stride.

I admire that.

Of course I admire anything
with those dark, smoldering eyes.

Excuse me.

If you would like...

It's getting a little crowded in here.

Maybe we could continue
this conversation over dinner tonight.

You're asking me to dinner?

Dinner and... who knows?

Well, that sounds fine.

Shall we take my car,
or will your mommy be driving us?

What?

Oh, and I have
one other strict rule.

I like all my guys to eat
all their nice vegetables

and not spill anything
on their bibbums.

Mr. Teal, your secretary
must have stepped out for a moment.

I'm Rebecca Howe.
What an honor to meet you, sir.

No, I'm not Martin Teal.

I am.

I see you've met Dennis,
my administrative aide.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Teal,
I didn't realize...

My age probably threw you.

As it often does.

After all, how many
corporate executives

have graduated from Harvard at 18,
Wharton Business School at 20,

and assumed a major leadership role

while still practically
in the flower of their youth?

He's fair but firm and hates yes men.

- Thank you, Dennis.
- Yes, sir.

Get the door.

I called this meeting

so that we can get
better acquainted,

but now I don't suppose
that's necessary.

Believe me, Mr. Teal...

May I call you Mister?

I would never have been so harsh
with you in that elevator if...

...I hadn't been so...

...powerfully tempted to say yes.

And I couldn't because
I make it a policy

to never date anyone
in the company.

Mistake.

I think that's a good policy.

Oh, as a policy, yes.
I missed the policy part.

Yes, I think that's
a very good policy.

That's why I've decided
to have you terminated.

Oh, thank you, sir,
for easing the tension

of what could have been
a very difficult moment.

Yes, I think it's a very good policy
not to date fellow employees.

But of course, I'm not
an employee, Miss Howe,

I'm an employer.

That's true, sir.

In light of that,

would you like to reconsider
my earlier offer of dinner?

Oh, well, now you're forcing me
to tell you the real reason

why I couldn't accept
your poetic and, may I say,

very touching proposal.

And that reason is that I...

- You're seeing someone else?
- That's it!

Very good, sir. Bull's-eye.

Who's the lucky devil?

Oh, it's just somebody at the bar.

Sam Malone.

I see. Well, fair enough.

Margie, have Sam Malone fired.

Forgive me again, Rebecca.
We'll say no more about this.

Sit down.

I called you here today

because I've decided
to reinstate you

as the sole manager of Cheers.

Thank you, sir.
You're a wonderful man.

And I want to assure you

that our earlier misunderstanding
will have absolutely no bearing

- on our working relationship.
- Good.

I hope you'll forgive me, though,
if I do occasionally dream

about your dark, haunting eyes.

Nothing would make
my eyes happier, sir.

Well, then there's hope.

Till we meet again?

Margie, get me
Sam Malone at Cheers.

Sir?

May I ask why you're calling him?

I just thought I'd introduce myself.

Have a little chat.

I didn't get where I am today
without sizing up the competition.

And I suppose you'll be mentioning
my relationship with Sam.

It might come up.

Then I'd better come clean.

He's at lunch.
Call him back in an hour.

It's a bit late for lunch.

He had a big breakfast.

I have to run, sir. Bye-bye.

Okay, little bee buddies!

Here comes dinner!

Equal parts sugar and water.

Can you blame them for loving it?

Sure nobody wants to help?

No, they're all yours, Woody.

Okay, but you haven't lived

till you've heard the soft,
warm, contented hum

of a well-fed hive.

That's not it.

Those bees loose in there?

No, there's nothing to worry about.
I'll just go in and round them up.

My uncle Fergie sent
his bee-keeping gear

in one of these boxes.

I don't mean to be
an alarmist or anything,

but I think I saw
one of those bees fly out

when he closed the door.

I, well, I sort of have
this thing about insects.

Relax, Frasier. The last thing
that bee wants to do is sting you.

- He stings you, he dies.
- True.

Unless, of course, it's one
of those rare rogue bees.

Frasier, there he is!
He just flew down your shirt!

I was wrong.
It was just a piece of lint.

Well, thank goodness you told me
before I made a fool of myself.

I'm ready, guys.

The smoke will calm them right down
so I can get them all rounded up

before Miss Howe
even knows about this.

Oh, hi, Miss Howe.

Listen, I was wondering
if I could use your phone

for a second in private
with you not in there.

Not that there's anything
wrong or anything.

Why would I think that?

So...

How did your meeting go?

It was very nice.
I met the new boss Mr. Teal.

We exchanged pleasantries.

You're no longer the co-manager

and have been demoted
to just bartender.

Demoted? Just like that?

The company didn't even
have the courtesy

to give me a phone call?

By the way, Sam, you had
a phone call his afternoon.

You've been demoted.

Why didn't you tell me?

Do I look like
an answering service for bartenders?

Sam, I do have some
really good news, though.

- What?
- I'm accepting your offer.

- Which offer is that?
- Dinner, silly.

Is this pity? Cause I just
want to know how to dress.

No, it's not pity. Boy, from now on,
I'm just going to stop being coy.

Cheers.

Sam. Martin Teal for you.

Hello, Mr. Teal.

Oh, no.

There's no need to apologize.

As a matter of fact,
I think my new position's

going to get me
into all sorts of new positions.

Well, yes.

As a matter of fact,
we are going out tonight.

Boy, news travels fast.

Yes, she is beautiful.

I will take good care of her, sir.

Could you hold on
for a second here?

I think there's a fire
somewhere here.

You're only going out with me

cause you want
to avoid this guy, am I right?

Don't be silly, Sam. You're my guy.

Could you hold for a second?

You told me you wanted to go out

with somebody
who was rich and powerful.

This guy's rich and powerful.
Yet you still want to date me?

Come on. What's wrong
with this picture?

Oh... what's wrong
with his picture?

I got to see this turnip.

Hel... Yes, sir?

I found out what was on fire there.

Well, Rebecca...
Rebecca's burning my love letters.

She says we're all through. Yeah.

What's that, Rebecca?
She wants to talk to you, sir.

No.

Hello, sir.

Yes, it is very sudden.

Oh, no. It's going to take me
a long, long time to get over this.

8:00 tonight will be fine.

I'll see you then, sir.

Sir? Are you there? Listen...

I hope you do us
the honor of coming down

to our establishment
for a drink, cause we...

Well, we'd sure love
to welcome you aboard.

Okay. Thank you.

No sudden movement.

No need to worry.

I'm just going
to take 'em home with me.

I just hope I have
exact change for the bus.

No sudden movement.

Oh, I forgot. We close at 2:00.

And I so wanted everyone
to meet you, Martin.

Well, maybe next time.

- Hi, Rebecca.
- Hi, Rebecca.

What were you all
doing down there?

We were playing hide and seek.

Who was seeking?

I guess that's why
it was going so slowly.

So you must be Mr. Teal.

Well, this is an honor, sir.

Meet Sam Malone
and a bunch of other people.

Yeah, you know,

we've been waiting
for this moment for a long time.

Geneva on the car phone, sir.

Will you excuse me for a moment?

Go ahead. Get it over with.

Get what over with?

The stupid cradle robber jokes...

Did I cut his meat at dinner?

Or did he order beanie wienies?

We don't know
what you're talking about, Rebecca.

Unless...

...well, he is a little young.

What's wrong
with that fact that he's young?

Well, no, nothing at all.

Unless you're planning
on taking him across state lines.

Okay, guys,

let's leave these two lovebirds
to themselves here.

Well, all right.
Home to my swarm.

I just hope they stayed
in the room like I told them.

Woody, that swelling
go down yet, buddy?

Yeah, almost. I can nearly
button my cuffs now.

Well, I hope you had
a good time tonight.

No, but at least now I know

why I never stood
a chance with you.

I have all these flaws.
I'm tall. I'm good-looking.

I'm old enough to vote.

You know, Martin can pick up
the phone and get a reservation

at any top restaurant in Boston
at a moment's notice.

Oh, and I can't?

Well, pick up the phone and get me
a reservation at Chez Maurice.

I already said I can't.

I do have an in
at Shea Stadium, though.

All right, granted.

Martin isn't exactly what I pictured,
but he can help my career.

And it wouldn't be
in my best interests to say no.

Oh, please!

You don't have the guts
to say no to this guy.

That is absolutely not true.

I choose to not have the guts
to say no to this guy.

And so what if it helps my career?
He gets something out of it, too.

- Yeah. I bet he does.
- I resent that.

I'll have you know that he has been
nothing but a perfect little ge...

A perfect gentleman,

which is something
you wouldn't understand, Mr. Groin!

I mean, here are two people

that are getting
something out of this,

no strings attached,
and nobody's getting hurt.

End of discussion.

Where's Rebecca?

She's in the office,
and I'm on my way out.

Sam, before you take off...

Are you planning
on winning Rebecca back?

- No.
- Excellent.

Because I'm a man
who gets what he wants,

and I've decided I want her.

You're giving her a doorknob?

It's a diamond ring, Sam.

You know, isn't a diamond ring
what guys usually give

- when they're about to...
- That's right, Sam.

When I see something I want,
I see no reason to wait for it.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have a deal to close.

Don't take no for an answer, sir.

I never do.

Rebecca?