All language subtitles for The Jetsons - 1x03 - The Space Car_track3_[eng]

[theme song]

♪ Meet George Jetson ♪

♪ His boy Elroy ♪

♪ Daughter Judy ♪

♪ Jane his wife ♪♪

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(male narrator)
"The Jetsons.."

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[instrumental music]

[George snoring]

[music continues]

[George snoring]

[George snoring]

(alarm clock)
George Jetson.

George Jetson.

Time to get up, sir.

[snoring]

George Jetson.

George Jetson.
Time to get up.

What? What was it?
What's that? What?

[snoring]

[whirring]

What? Huh, huh?

(alarm clock)
Mr. Jetson, sir.

Time for us to get up, sir.

Up, up, up, up, up..

(George)
Okay. Okay.

[yawning]

[snoring]

(alarm clock)
Alright, sir,
we'll do it the hard way.

[trumpet blaring]

(alarm clock)
'And have a good day, sir.'

Oh, that does it.

That bugle alarm clock
has gotta go.

Hmm. I need a shave.

Come on, come on.
Let's go there.

[machine whirring]

Uh, I'll just comb my hair now.

[machine whirring]

Oh, no. I pressed
the wrong button again.

[machine whirring]

There. That's better.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
I'm the fairest.

Let's face it.

Elroy!

[crashing]

I told you not to fly
around in the house.

- Just look at that wall.
- It's okay, pop.

I'm wearing my crash helmet.

- And why aren't you in school?
- Because it's Saturday.

Saturday? Then, what am I doin'
up so early if it's Saturday?

Well, you said
that today's the day

you're gonna buy a new car, pop.

Oh, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah.

- 'Shall I wake up mom?'
- No, no, no. No.

Let her sleep for a while,
I'll surprise her

and I'll get the breakfast.

Just some juice for me, pop.

An egg, sausage,
potatoes, toast and jam.

An egg, sausage

potatoes, toast and jam.

Shouldn't you set
the timer, pop?

Oh, don't worry, Elroy.
Your daddy's a born chef.

Jane, Judy,
come and get it.

[yawning]

Oh, thanks for getting
the breakfast, dear.

Why, daddy, when did you
learn to cook?

When I was a boy rocket scout.

On one of our hikes, I was in
charge of the frozen dinners--

George, you're still in charge
of the frozen dinners.

This food isn't cooked.

- Oh, it isn't?
- Pop didn't set the timer.

- Elroy!
- It's okay, dad.

I'm on a diet anyhow.

(telephone)
'Jetsons. Jetsons.'

Calling the Jetsons. Jetsons.

Oh, it's the phone.
I'll get it.

Morning, George, dear.

[laughs]
Morning, Gloria.

Honey, it's your friend
Gloria, the cute-lookin' one.

Gloria? Oh, dear.

I can't let her see me
looking like this.

I've got to put on
my morning mask.

I'll be right there, George.

Hi, Glor.

Jane, darling,
don't you look lovely?

How do you do it?

Listen, we were hoping
you and George

could drop in this afternoon.

The Capsules will be here.
You know, the couple from Mars.

[laughs]
Oh, yes. I remember.

She wears that
green face powder.

Oh, we'd love to, Gloria,
but George and I

are going shopping
for a new car.

A new car?
Oh, isn't that wonderful.

Oh, Jane, dear,
I'm so happy for you.

A-a-a-a-achoo!

Oh, dear!
I have to hang up now, Jane.

Poor Gloria, how
embarrassing,
she lost her face.

Yeah.

When are you takin'
your mask off, honey?

You're very, very funny,
George Jetson.

[chuckles]
Okay, I'll take a quick look
at the televiewer

while you're gettin' dressed.

And hurry it up, we have a date
with the car dealer.

Now, let's see.
What's news this morning?

Well, how about that.

(George)
'"Knuckles Nuclear
escapes prison. "'

'Oh, boy, I wouldn't wanna meet
with that guy wherever he is.'

[whirring]

But, Knuckles, baby, they'll
be lookin' all over for you.

- We gotta hide out.
- Sure, doll, sure.

As soon as I stop at the
bank

and pick up some cash
to tide us over.

(female #1)
First National Fly In Bank.

Forty-four and three-quarters
percent daily interest.

I didn't know
you had an account here.

(Knuckles)
Neither does the bank.

Okay, doll, give me that
baby-gas gun.

(female #1)
Here you are, Knuckles.

Thanks. Now, keep the jets
percolating.

I'll be right back.

[woman screaming]

(male #1)
'It's Knuckles Nuclear!'

'Stop him, guards!'

Hold it, Knuckles,
or we'll fire.

Try this baby gas
for size, coppers.

- Baby gas?
- Oh, no!

Mama.
Goo-goo-goo-ga-gaa.

Did you get Knuckles?
Where's the money?

Dada, goo-goo.

[crying]

Baby gas.
And you men let yourselves be..

[sniffing]

[babbling]

- Bye-bye!
- Bye-bye, kiddies.

And by the time they recover
from that baby gas

we'll be on the dark side
of the moon.

Step on it, doll.

We're doin' 2000 now,
Knuckles baby.

It won't go any faster.

Oh, what a heap!

Couldn't you have snatched
a better car?

Sorry, Knuckles. It's the only
one my grandma had.

[engine sputtering]

(Knuckles)
'W-w-what's that?'

It's the molecular franesgrator.

Grandma never
got this wagon fixed.

Oh, yeah,
well, if we get caught

I'll fix your grandma's
wagon.

(Knuckles)
Come on, we gotta find
a hideout.

Hold it!

Duck into that garage
and we'll pick up

somethin' faster
than this old heap.

I'll just stash the loot
behind the seat

while we scout around
for another getaway car.

- Here's one, Knuckles baby.
- That crate? Nah.

It's just like
your granny's car.

Come on, doll,
we'll find a new model

somethin' with lots of
power.

Well, there she is,
old faithful.

George, I wonder what
the dealer will give us for it.

[chuckles]
We'll be lucky if he gives us a
bag to carry the pieces home in.

Uh-oh, here comes
Mr. Orbit's crazy mop

with the electronic brain.

It seems to be working
better now.

Maybe he's fixed it.

Uh, I don't know.
I still don't trust that thing.

It seems to have a mind
of its own.

George, look out!

Hey, cut it out!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, there! Whoa!

Easy does it.

Sometimes it just
won't pay me no mind.

[laughing]
Mornin', Mr. Jetson.

[coughing]

When are you gonna learn
how to run that mop?

[chuckles]
Can I help it
if it likes you?

(George)
'Oh, boy.'

Hi, Mr. Orbit, we're finally
going to get a new car.

New car? Ha ha ha.

Yeah, the way
they build 'em today

you're lucky to get
two million miles out of one.

Come into the storeroom, honey.
I got just the car for you.

My great-great-great
grandpappy's.

Well, what do you know,
an old antique.

- Does it still run?
- 'Does a swim duck?'

Just listen to this horsepower.

[engine sputtering]

It's a real steal, Mr. Jetson.

Radio, heaters,
whitewalls, back-up lights.

George, what's he talking about?

'undercoating, padded dash,
five-way seats.'

'Three more payments,
engine trouble.'

Ah, poor old guy,
he's still livin' in the
past.

- Come on, let's go.
- 'I can't see a thing.'

(George)
Well, let's get out of here
before this smog gets us.

(Jane)
I'll drive, dear.

Ah, thanks, honey,
but some other time, huh?

Please, I've got my learner's
permit with me.

Alright. Okay, honey,
but take it easy.

Remember, the life you save
may be your husband's.

You know, George,
the controls look different.

Uh, sure, honey,
sure they do.

Now, just be calm and press

that little one on the left.

It activates
the horizontal power cluster.

- I know, George.
- Not that one. The left one!

Uh-oh.

Poor Jetson,
she's learnin' to drive

and he's learnin'
what fear is.

Level off! Level off!

You don't have to tell me,
George.

The other morning when I
was out shopping with Grace..

[babbling]

(George)
'Right turn. Right turn!'

Well, you know
how she is at the wheel.

Oh, my! I forgot
the Jupiter Avenue turnoff.

[whirring]

Gentlemen, ahem,
we will now vote

on the question of raising
capsule car

insurance rates 100 percent.

I don't think it's necessary
at this time, J.B.

[jet whirring]

[glass shattering]

[crashing]

Uh, uh, uh, I move we raise

the rates 200 percent.

You know, I feel like I just
attended a board meetin'.

Don't be ridiculous, George.

Why must husbands always make
fun of their wives' driving?

It helps to hold down
the panic.

Well, if that's the way you feel
about it, here, you take over.

Ah, thanks, honey.

[siren wailing]

Alright. Alright, you.
Pull over to the nearest
roof.

Ah, now you let me handle this,
Jane, and don't say a word.

Alright, alright.
Let me see your license.

Sure, officer.

- What was I doin'?
- Only 2500 in a 1250 zone.

- Why, that's impossible--
- Jane, please!

[laughing]
She's kinda upset,
officer, sir, sir.

(male #2)
Never mind.

You can tell it
to the judge.

Good day, Your Honor. I got
a 6-72-40 here named Jetson.

Put the lawbreaker on.

Good morning, judge.

Uh, Your Honor, you see

I didn't realize, that is--

Hold it.
Time for the commercial.

Friends, when my robe becomes
soiled, I use Come Clean.

The spot remover
with the applicator top.

One dab, and it's clean.

There. Remember,
in my court it's Come Clean.

Now, back to the case.

Okay, Jetson, come clean.

I mean, guilty or not guilty?

Well, I don't know, Your Honor.
You see, I-I was driving--

Yes, yes. I understand
perfectly, Jetson.

Not guilty. Case dismissed.

Remember, buy Come Clean, folks.

You're lucky
the judge is a lot easier

now that he got a sponsor.

Uh, thank you, sir.
You mind if we take off?

Okay, but remember, Jetson,
I got my eye on you.

(man on radio)
'Attention, all units.'

'The First National Fly In Bank
has been robbed.'

'Be on the lookout for
a couple in a beat-up vehicle.'

'Man believed to be
Knuckles Nuclear.'

'I repeat, Knuckles Nuclear.'

Nickels Nacular..

Nackles nuk..

Nuk and nik..

Knuckles Nuclear.
And I let him go.

Unit 86 calling.

Just spotted Knuckles
and his moll.

They're going by the name
of Jetson.

George, dear,
are you sure this is our car?

Honey, for the tenth time

who else would own
a wreck like this?

Well, I don't know
but it feels different.

Look, what did I tell you?

What's this gun doin' here?

Oh, that's one of Elroy's toys.

You're always so suspicious.

See? It acts like
our car, alright?

And just in time,
here's the place.

(Jane)
"Molecular Motors.

Out of this world deals."

There they are, Jane, the latest
models. Take your pick.

Look, George,
the Family Bubble model.

(George)
'Yeah, you add bubbles
as your family doubles.'

(Jane)
'Oh, George, how romantic.'

Aha, a couple of prospects.

I'll activate the slidewalk.

Now, remember, Jane,
let me do the talkin'.

I'm not gonna be conned
into any quick deal.

Welcome to Molecular Motors,
folks.

Glad you dropped in.

Huh?

You'll find that here
at Molecular Motors

we frown on high pressure.

We don't care
about selling cars.

We just want to make
friends, right? Right.

So, as your best friend

I advise you to buy Molecular

as shown on our million
millimeter color blabascope

with inter-eardrum
planetary sound.

[instrumental music]

(male #3)
'The Molecular Motors story'

'brought to you
by Molecular Motors.'

Here we are at the giant
Molecular Motors plant

where the
Molecular Motors workers

take personal pride
in the product of their labor.

thud thud thud

Then on to
the finished product..

clang

...which is carefully tested.

clang

clang

'There are bound to be
rejects.'

'Our research engineers
are working constantly'

to develop new models.

Watch as they transform
this six passenger capsule

into a small sport model.

[explosion]

(male #4)
'Neat, huh?'

(male #3)
Sure saves a lot of time
at the drawing board.

Here at the proving ground,
we see one solution

to the problem
of limited parking space.

[crackling]

Ah, that's just
what you need, dear.

(male #3)
'An optional feature
on the Molecular Mach IV'

is this seat
for the mother-in-law.

Look out for that truck
up ahead.

Slow down,
it's a red signal.

Oh, watch that rocket
on your left.

Shall we drop
mother off now, dear?

Well, she's had lunch.
Why wait?

And furthermore,
I don't know why

you ever married him, Alice.

[metal clanking]

You had so many
better opportunities.

Like that nice professor and
that good-looking young doctor.

And that smart architect.

Oh, that's terrific,
that's great.

That's the best accessory
I..

[chuckles]
I wasn't talkin' about
your mother, dear.

After all, when she's out
with us, she does the
driving.

(male #3)
Model 440 has been designed
for the car owner

who lacks conventional
garage facilities.

Just a push of the button..

...and the 440 pulls into

an easily handled

compact compact.

A real compact.

Oh, George, how cute.

(male #3)
And now for a peek
at something really special.

A genuine custom-made
model.

Three and five-eighths.

Fifty-four and one-quarter.

[machine whirring]

(male #3)
And there
is the finished model.

A perfect fit.

And remember,
alterations are guaranteed

for 50,000 miles.

That's it, folks.

And now, how about
a demonstration ride

in our latest model?

Do we have a choice?

This is the out-of-this-world
Supersonic Suburbanite.

How's that for a getaway?

Smooth, smoos,
smooth, real smooth.

Ju-just the thing
for neighborhood shopping.

And I'm still in neutral.

Now, hang on, folks, while I
demonstrate our new retrobrakes.

I'm heading straight
for that asteroid.

[screeching]

Whoops! Sorry.

You folks should've had
your seat belts fastened.

Oh, I don't know
if I can take anymore of
this.

Ah, but the
Supersonic Suburbanite can, sir.

Fasten your seat belts
and we'll put her through

the durability test.

[whirring]

[swooshing]

Of course, it'll do better
when it's broken in.

What do you say?

[babbling]

- He means, we'll take it.
- 'Good thinking, Mrs. Jetson.'

And now, let's see
what you're trading in.

Hmm. You're joking, aren't you?

- No. That's our car.
- I see.

Hmm, well,
maybe I could allow you

something for the upholstery.

Well, well, well,
this is a novelty.

An all-cash deal.

- Cash?
- 'Yes, siree.'

(male #5)
'This entitles you
to a free atomic lube'

and five supersonic washes.

Oh, but-but-but
it's not our money.

And in addition, I'll throw in
a rear-view iconoscope

and radar-curb feelers.

Huh? Not your money?

We've never seen
that money before.

George, I told you
this wasn't our car.

It's not our car?

Then, where's the guy
it belongs to?

Alright, alright, wise guy

I'll ask you just once more.

Who's got my car?

Yeah, it sure beats
the heck out of me.

That's exactly what's gonna
happen if you don't talk.

- Better do as he says, buster.
- But I told you.

There's 2000 tenants in this
building, and any one of 'em

from the Astroblats
to the O'zodiacs

might've taken
your car by mistake.

Oh, yeah, well,
when I get my hands on 'em

it'll be their last mistake.

Oh, George, I told you
this wasn't our car.

I know, I know,
but whose car is it?

And who does
this bag of money belong to?

Well, don't worry, dear.
It was an honest mistake.

- We'll find the owner.
- Yeah, yeah.

It-it's probably some
wealthy, old eccentric.

He might even give us a reward.

[sirens wailing]

(George)
Hey, the police.

Heavens, where can they
be going in such a hurry?

I don't know,
I, I sure wouldn't

want to be the guy
they're after, though.

Squadron 62, converging
on Jetson's hideout.

Hurry, sergeant,
we've got his pad surrounded.

Uh, nice work, officer.
I'm very proud.

Once you told us
Knuckles Nuclear was going

by the name of Jetson

it was a cinch
to trail him here.

He sure didn't look like
this picture, chief.

(male #6)
'Of course not,
he probably had himself'

a plastic face job.

Yeah, and who could blame
him?
Yuck!

Alright, everybody.
On the alert.

Here goes!

Okay, Knuckles or Jetson

or whatever you call yourself.

We've got you surrounded.

Come out with your hands up.

This is it. This is it, Jetson.
We know you're in there.

'When I count three,
you and the moll come out.'

- 'One, two...'
- 'Here they come.'

- We give up.
- Don't shoot.

Please!

(Jane)
George, look at all the police
around our building.

Yeah. I wonder what
they're..

Oh, I get it.

They must be filming that
on the spot show.

Oh, yes. "Candid Crime."

Elroy never misses it.

Let's use the garage
entrance.

We don't wanna be
mistaken for hoods.

[laughing]

Knuckles, look.
Here comes our car.

Lay low, doll.

We'll grab 'em
when they come in.

Say, Henry, we got
somebody's
car by mistake.

- 'Come here a minute, will
ya?'
- I can't now, Mr. Jetson.

I'm all tied up.

Okay, buster,
where's the loot?

Loot? Oh! So you're the party.

Oh, believe me, sir,
we're terribly embarrassed.

Oh, yes, we feel almost
like crooks or something.

Crooks? Say, there better not be
anythin' missin'.

Oh, not a thing, sir.

And here are the keys
to your car.

Keep 'em, bud.
We're takin' your car.

(George)
'Of course, sir.
Be our guest.'

It's the least
we can do for..

Oh, by the way, sir,
this must be yours, too.

(George)
Stick 'em up.

You can't tell these toys
from the real thing.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.
It's loaded with baby gas.

Please, mister, he forced
me into this life of crime.

[laughing]
You two are a scream.

You must pay us a social call.

In fact, we're having a little
get-together Thursday, and I-I..

(Elroy)
'Mom! Pop!'

There they are, officers.

They have captured
the real Knuckles.

- Who's Knuckles?
- Knuckles Nuclear, daddy.

The escaped convict.

[chuckles]
Wait till the press hears
about this, Mrs. Jetson.

'Your husband
is a regular hero.'

A regular hero?

You hear that, pop?

Pop? Pop!

Hey, mom,
what's wrong with pop?

He's a hero, alright, Elroy.

A horizontal hero.

[whirring]

(Jane)
It's certainly nice of you

to let me drive
our new car home, George.

(George)
Oh, it's okay, honey.

And you didn't say a word when
I went through that red light.

(George)
No! Didn't even notice it.

Could happen to anybody.

And you're not worried
about my landing in the garage?

(George)
No. Henry will bring you in
okay.

Uh, a little to the left,
Mrs. Jetson.

Yeah, that's it.
Good! Good!

Easy. Easy, now.
Do-don't panic.

Cut it.

[laughing]
Nice landin', Mrs. Jetson.

Oh, thank you, Henry.
And you know what's even nicer?

George doesn't get nervous
anymore when he rides with me.

Do you, George?

The only way to ride..

...when your wife's
drivin', that is.

[laughing]

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Brought to you by..

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[screeching]

Help! Help!

Jane, stop this crazy thing!

Help!

Help! Jane!