All language subtitles for Bewitched 109 - Witch or Wife (DVD Rip)

Hi, Darrin.

Hi, Larry. All set for your trip?

I leave tonight.

I'll be in London tomorrow
morning, Paris tomorrow night.

I'm afraid it's one of the disadvantages
of having a top designer for a client.

I'd like to get out of it,
but it's good business to look...

at his spring collection.

Yeah, it's tough having to go
to dull places like London and Paris.

No, this is no pleasure trip.
Especially this year.

My wife insists on coming with me.

If you're that much against the trip,
why don't you send me instead.

Darrin, you're my best friend.

I wouldn't send my worst enemy
on a trip with Louise.

So I know you won't mind.

I had a feeling you were leading up
to something.

I do have a few loose ends
that need looking after...

and I wondered if you could take
care of them while I'm gone.

If you're going to be slaving away
in Paris, it's the least I can do.

Now, Susan.

Well, au revoir and toi, je t'aime,
I think.

Hello.

Honey, I'm afraid I won't be able
to take you to dinner tonight.

Larry just dumped a load
of urgent work on my desk.

Oh, well...

that's all right, darling.
Maybe tomorrow?

Better not make any plans, Sam.

I'm afraid you're going to have to
amuse yourself the next few days.

Bye, darling.

Red queen on the black king.

Thank you.

Mother.

Glad to see you.

What's wrong?

Can't I be glad to see my own mother
without something being wrong?

Oh, really? Bored, eh?

I knew it was going
to happen sooner or later.

It's not that.

Darrin's been working
very hard lately.

I've been sort of lonely. I've hardly
seen him the last few days.

The situation is obvious, Samantha.

Busy husband, neglected wife...

vegetating in front of the tele set,
finito!

That's what I like about your visits.
You always bring...

a ray of sunshine
into my drab existence.

Well, that's what mothers are for,
dear.

You just say the word, and I'll
take you away from all of this.

Good idea.

- Really?
- But only for lunch.

Well, at least that's a start.
Where would you like to go?

We can go to the Cozy-Have-a-Snack.
It's nothing fancy, but it's not far.

The Cozy-Have-a-Snack?

Oh, darling, you've got to be kidding.

We can go to a restaurant
in town if you like.

I have a better idea.

I know of a marvellous little bistro that
serves the most divine cheese souffl�.

Sounds wonderful. Where is it?

On the left bank.

Left bank of what?

Of Paris.

Where did you think,
the left bank of Flushing?

- Paris. We can't go there.
- Why not?

Mother, you know very well Darrin
doesn't like me to do those things.

Oh, well, it's a pity.

Paris is so lovely this time of the year.

- Remember?
- Yes, I remember.

The trees are budding
in the Champs-�lys�es.

The sidewalk caf�s are crowded
with people.

And the children are playing in
the Bois de Boulogne.

No, Mother.

You'll be back before he
gets home for dinner.

He's not coming home for dinner.

Then really, Samantha,
you are being ridiculous.

I'm trying to be a good wife.

Aren't good wives allowed to
have lunch with their mothers?

Of course.

Then what difference does it
make where they have it?

It's not that at all.

Well, I suppose you mean
now that you're married...

what was once between us
is no more.

All right, Mother. We will go.

- Wonderful.
- But we can't be too long.

- Is that understood?
- Understood.

Last one to the Boulevard
Saint Germain is a rotten egg.

That's my gal.

- Isn't quite the same.
- No, he had to.

Well, I think it's been a divine lunch,
hasn't it?

Just marvellous.

But I remember the salade ni�oise as
being better the last time we were here.

When were we here last, anyway?

Two or three years ago, I think.

That summer you and I spend a couple
of weeks on the Italian Riviera.

La Spezia, I believe.

Yes, I remember. No, it wasn't
La Spezia. It was Portofino.

Oh, yes. The count from Genoa.

Lord Fredo, of course.

Followed you all over Italy.

"Fly with me to the moon, Endora,"
he used to say.

Finally one night I agreed.

Poor chap had a nervous breakdown,
we were only halfway there.

We have had good times, haven't we?

Yes, we have.

Don't you sometimes
miss all this, Samantha?

Not really.

I have other things that make up for it.

Like a snappy game of solitaire...

topped off by a gourmet lunch
at the Cozy-Have-a-Snack?

Now, let's not go into that again.

By all means, let's not.

Come on, on to the fashion show.

No fashion shows. I left a whole pile
of laundry on the ironing board.

Oh, now, Samantha, no woman,
witch nor mortal, ever visits Paris...

or leaves without buying a dress.

It would be a betrayal of a whole sex.

Let's go.

Larry, can you imagine how
sensational I'd look in that dress?

Well, the packaging can only do
so much for a product, dear.

Oh, you. Always thinking of business.

Mother, isn't that beautiful?

Oh, yes. You'd look marvellous
in a dress like that, Samantha.

If I walked in in a dress like that...

Darrin's eyeballs would fall
right out of his head.

I doubt if he'd know a Dior
from a gunnysack.

That's not very nice.
Come on, let's find a seat.

- Mother.
- What?

- Let's get out of here.
- Why?

Never mind. I'll explain later.
Come on.

Samantha? Samantha?

- Hi.
- It is you!

I thought it was you,
but I couldn't be sure.

What a surprise. Wait till Louise
sees you. Come on over.

Louise, look who's here.

Samantha? Samantha Stephens,
what on Earth are you doing in Paris?

Hello, Louise. Oh, I just flew in.

Will you look at her face?
Absolutely stunned!

Quite a surprise seeing us, eh?

Oh, yes. You are the last people
I wanted... Expected to see.

I don't believe we've met
your charming companion.

Who?

Oh, this is my mother.
This is Larry Tate and Louise Tate.

- How do you do?
- Mr. Tate is Darrin's employer.

Oh, really? Isn't that amusing?

That we should bump
into each other.

Darrin didn't say anything
about you coming to Paris.

Well, he has been working a lot lately,
and I've been more or less alone.

So, of course, when Mother...

I convinced Samantha
to make the trip with me.

Yes, it all happened very suddenly.

Just like that.

Well, we're going to have to celebrate.

- Celebrate?
- Sure, make a night of it.

A night of it? No.
I mean, I don't think I can.

Oh, now, Samantha, no excuses.

That's right.
Darrin would never forgive us...

if we didn't take care of you here.
Where can we pick you up?

Well, I think it might be easier
if we met at your place.

All right. The Plaza Ath�n�e.

How would like to pop in about 8:30?

I'd love it.

Well, I think it's absolutely
wonderful of you to get Darrin...

to let you come to Paris without him.

Samantha.

Oh, yes, it was.

What did you do to get him to agree?

Well, we really didn't talk
about it that much.

Did you hear that, Larry?

It took me eight years to get
you to bring me to Paris...

but they didn't even
talk about it that much.

Well, neither did we. I can remember
weeks when we didn't talk at all.

Would you excuse me for a moment?

- Of course.
- Would you like company?

Oh, no. I mean that's very sweet of you,
but your dinner might get cold...

and, well, I'll be back in a second.

Samantha doesn't seem quite
herself tonight, does she?

For goodness sakes, Larry, she's still
a bride, and this is her first separation.

Isn't that right, Endora?

Well, I imagine she's very
lonesome for Donald.

Who?

- I beg your pardon?
- You mean Darrin.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

I've got a great idea.

Let's phone Darrin and tell him
what's happened.

Marvellous. Isn't that
a wonderful idea, Endora?

No, I wouldn't do that.

- Why not?
- Change of time, the hour, you know.

Well, it's early back there.

Gar�on. I'll get a telephone
right here on the table.

It'll put Darrin's mind at ease when he
knows we're taking care of you two.

Won't he be surprised?

Oh, he'll be surprised all right.

Darrin, I was wondering how late
you're gonna have to work tonight.

Pretty late, I'm afraid, honey.
Bear with me another day.

I should have work
cleaned up by then.

I understand, dear.

Thank you, darling.

What've you been up to today?

Me?

Well, nothing much.
I've been looking at a few dresses.

You sound funny. Is something wrong?

Wrong?

No, no, of course not. I just...

I miss you, darling.

To heck with work,
I'm going to come on home.

No, no, no. Now, don't do that. It's
important that you finish your work.

I'll see you later. Goodbye.

- Hello.
- Hello, who is this?

This is Samantha.

Samantha?

Yes, who is this?

Is this 555-7328?

Yes, it is.

A Mr. Larry Tate is calling
you from Paris, France.

Operator, did you get me
the right number?

What's the matter?

I could have sworn it was Samantha.

Hardly seems possible.

I know, but when I asked her
who it was, she said, "Samantha."

At least I thought she said Samantha.

Oh, they just gave you
the wrong number.

I'm sorry, monsieur. Your
number did not answer at all.

Thank you, operator. Oh,
hold on a moment, will you?

You know, considering the difference
in time and all the work I left him...

Darrin's probably
at the office. I'll call there.

Hello, operator, would you
please try to get me 555-6059?

That's it, operator, thank you.

Larry just thought he spoke
to you on the phone.

Me?

We have a surprise for you,
haven't we?

Oh, yes, a beauty.

Hello, Darrin? Hey, boy.
This is Larry Tate calling from Paris.

Oh, Larry, how are you?

Fine. Have I got a surprise for you.

You'll never guess who's sitting
next to me, right here in Paris.

Samantha.

Go on.

Talk to your husband.

He's all yours.

Go on, Samantha.
Darrin is on the other end.

Darrin?

Oh, hi, darling. It's Samantha.

Sam, how did you...?

- When did...?
- Oh, yes, I'm having a wonderful time.

Sam, when...? How...?

Well, I just can't wait to get home
and tell you all about my trip.

Trip?! Trip to where...?
Where are you right...?

I love you too, sweetheart. Bye.

Well, was he surprised?

Oh, yes, he was surprised.

I bet that just about made his day.

Just about.

Yes.

I'm sorry, darling. I got
home as soon as I could.

That's all right. That's all right.
I needed time to work things out.

You look lovely.

Well, it's just a little something. Well,
you see, we had dinner with the Tates.

You're not angry with me.

Angry? How can I be angry?

I don't understand.

I added things up. Then I stood
back, took a look at the total.

Saving 3 cents a can
on wax beans is, well...

What kind of thrill is that
for someone like you?

Darrin, have you been drinking?

Your mother is right.

You have been drinking.

Just enough for me to see things
in their proper perspective.

You can't expect to snatch an eagle
out of a sky, tie it to the ground...

clip its wings and expect it to
walk around with a smile on its beak.

Please let me explain.

There is no need to explain.
I understand perfectly.

I'm sorry about what happened today.

No one can blame you for that.

This is a poor swap for Europe,
glamour and gaiety.

All I want is the normal life
of a normal housewife.

That's why you went to Paris.

I only went there for lunch.

Oh, I see. Well, that's normal.

I only did it because, well, you've
been working so much lately and...

It's my fault, Sam. There's no need
for you to apologise.

I should've known you can't take
a beautiful witch in the prime of life...

and expect her to hang up
her twitch. It's against nature.

Darrin, what are you trying to say?

I'm saying it's time
for complete honesty.

I'm not going to stand in the way
of your freedom.

That's obviously what you want.

That's not true.

And stop trying to spare my feelings.

If there is anything I can't stand,
it's anyone feeling sorry for me.

Especially when you're doing
such a good job of it yourself.

Where are you going?

Back to la dolce vita,
and I hope you're satisfied.

Samantha.

Darrin.

Hi, Larry. You just get in?

Few minutes ago. How are you?

- Okay. How is Louise?
- Fine. She's still in Paris.

- You came back alone?
- Louise insisted.

I fought it for a while
to make it look good.

She said it was marvellous
how understanding you were...

about Samantha. The least I could
do is let her stay on a few extra days.

I see.

So they're having a ball.

- They?
- Louise, Samantha and Endora.

Samantha is with Louise?

Sure. Didn't you know?

Oh, sure. I mean, well, she didn't say.

- Haven't you talked to her?
- Of course, but it's been a couple days.

Then Louise was right.
You two did have a beef.

No, of course not.
It was nothing like that.

- I guess that explains it.
- Explains what?

Louise said she had never seen a girl
working so hard at having a good time.

- Is Samantha really unhappy?
- Yes.

Matter of fact, now that I think of it,
I'd say she's downright miserable.

You're not just saying that
to make me feel better?

Not at all.

It's never occurred to me how close
Paris is since the innovation of a jet.

You mean you're going now?

Why not? I finished up all the work.

I'm entitled to a bonus.

- Besides, I miss my wife.
- Yes, but that has no bearing...

You rather I call Samantha
and insist she come home?

She and Louise could be
here in a matter of hours.

That's blackmail.

Yes, it is, isn't it?
See you Monday, Larry.

Thanks.

The fashions this year were
generally exciting.

Particularly the design presented by...

- Hello, Larry.
- Hello, Samantha.

Excuse me for a moment while I...

Samantha, what're you doing here?

I took the flight right after yours.

- I had to come back.
- Is Louise with you?

- No. She doesn't know I've left yet.
- Good.

That is, there's no sense in Louise
having to cut her holiday short...

because you two lovebirds
are having problems.

Where is Darrin?
He wasn't in his office.

Oh, well, he's probably...

Darrin?

For heaven's sake, he's
on his way to Paris to find you.

- Really?
- Yes, he left about an hour ago.

Thank you, Larry. I'll see you later.

He's not on this one either.

Well, you'll have to check
several dozen flights, Samantha.

Why don't you go to Paris
and wait for him.

Now this may sound silly to you,
but I miss him so much.

I'll check that one down there.

Now, if he's not on board that,
we'll just go on to Paris.

Samantha!

- Mr. Stephens.
- My wife's out there.

What?

I mean, I was thinking about my wife,
and I thought I saw her out there.

She's in Paris, and I'm
on my way to meet her.

Oh, yes, of course. I understand.

I'm sorry. I was asleep.
I was probably dreaming.

Quite all right. Would you
care for your dinner now?

Yes, thank you. Certainly.

Samantha.

Hello, sweetheart.

You scared me to death.

Oh, I'm sorry. But I just couldn't wait
to see you.

I'm sorry about the other night.

Please try to understand how I feel.

I do understand, and you
don't have to explain anymore.

I just want you to know
how lucky I think I am.

Thank you, darling.

Are you sure you wouldn't
like to just go back home?

From here?

We can, you know.

Nothing doing. My nervous system has
suffered enough trauma for one day...

thank you.

Well, all right. Anyway, it'll be fun
seeing Paris for the first time.

What do you mean?
You've been there before.

Never with you.

And being in Paris
with someone you love...

is like being in Paris
for the first time.

When we arrive,
I wouldn't be at all surprised...

if Louise calls Larry and asks
him to come back right away.

- Do you think so?
- I know it.

Larry will never forgive me.

It's the only way to fly.