All language subtitles for The Jetsons - 1x16 - Millionaire Astro_track3_[eng]

[theme song]

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♪ Meet George Jetson ♪

♪ His boy Elroy ♪

♪ Daughter Judy ♪

♪ Jane his wife ♪♪

(male narrator)
"The Jetsons"

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Our story begins here at the
Spacely Space Sprockets factory

where this faithful dog
is patiently waiting

for his beloved master
to complete a long day's work.

[sighs]

[siren blaring]

Oh, roy!

woof woof woof

Hold it! Hold it!

Sorry, pal.

Things are rough-rough
all over.

We got company rules.

No dogs allowed beyond
this point. Get the point?

[laughs]

[growling]

Say, uh,
aren't you Jetson's dog?

- Yeah.
- Well..

[chuckles]
Go right in.

Right.

Shee! What ever happened
to toy poodles?

Oh, boy, oh, boy.

This is the last time
I'm gonna work overtime.

Getting home at 3:00
in the afternoon is killing me.

Leaving, Mr. Jetson?

(George)
'Yeah, I am beats!'

When I get home, I'm gonna relax
in a nice hot tub

'of sound waves.'

'Goodnight, Miss Ribbits.'

Goodnight, Mr. Jetson.

Down, please.

woof woof woof

Astro! Oh, no!
Now, how did you get here?

woof woof woof

Hold it, boy! Hold it!

Easy now, easy.

Astro,
what are you doing here?

I rissed you.

slurp

Yeah. Well, I missed you too.

And I bet the whole family
is out looking for you.

Elroy, have you found Astro yet?

Not yet, mom.

Gee, you think he got lost?

(Jane)
'I certainly hope not.'

Here, Astro. Come on, boy.

[whistling]

Here, Astro!

Gosh, mother. He just doesn't
seem to be anywhere.

I've even looked in the closets.

Poor Astro.

Maybe he got dognapped
or something, huh?

I don't know, Elroy.

But one thing's for sure.
He's gone.

[beeping]

[jet whirring]

(Jane)
It's your dad.

Poor dear, he'll be heartbroken
about Astro.

They were so close.

Come on, Astro,
come on, move over.

Can't you sit in the car
like other dogs?

Oh-ho, lets face it,
you're a real Astro mutt.

Yeah, a Astro rutt.

[laughing]

(George)
'Well, we're home, boy.
Let's go. Heel.'

Heel! Heel!

Oh, for the love of..

Now, look, I know we're pals.

But you have a distorted view of
a man and a dog relationship.

- You understand?
- Yeah, sure.

- Oh, what's the use?
- Roing rup.

I don't know how to tell
your dad Astro's gone.

Break it to him gently,
mother.

Shh, here he comes.

I'm rome.

(Elroy)
He's home!

- It's him!
- Hooray!

Boy, did we miss you!

Oh, heck. It's only me.

woof woof woof

(Elroy)
'Where was you, Astro?'

(Judy)
We've been looking
all over for you.

You've been a naughty boy,
making us worry like this.

Rah, I'm rorry.

Aww, he says he's sorry, mom.

Hey, what am I? Chopped liver?

- 'Oh, hello, George.'
- 'Hiya, dad!'

(Elroy)
'Yeah, hi, dad.'

Maybe I ought to grow
some long ears and a tail

to get some notice around here.

Oh, don't be silly.
We love you too. Mwah.

Hmm, well, at least
I'm running a close second.

(Judy)
'You'll always be number one
around here, daddy.'

mwah

[chuckles]
Well, that's better.

slurp slurp

I rove you.

Well, it's nice to be loved,
but this is ridiculous.

Why don't you take Astro out
for a dog walk, dear?

- While I fix dinner.
- Rorrie.

(George)
'Well, you're going
for a walk, anyway.'

So you can skip that snappy
back talk. Now, come on.

'Come on! On your feet!'

(Astro)
'I ron't wanna.'

I ron't wanna.

[Astro crying]

- What are you blubbering for?
- I ron't wanna rake a ralk.

Of course,
you wanna take a walk.

These dog walks are fun.
I wish I had one.

Well, alright.

Hey, wait.

No, no, Astro come back
here!

Astro, where's George?

(George)
Help! Help, Jane!

Stop this crazy thing, will you?

Oh, dear! How does that man
get into fixes like that?

Hold on, George!

"Hold on," she says. Shee!

[Astro sobbing]

Now listen to me,
you're getting on that dog walk

if it's the last thing you do.

[Astro sobbing]

Oh, boy. I must have the only
juvenile dog delinquent in town.

Now spare me the sad ?? bit.
Just go!

Take a walk.

I'm rorry.
Oh, I'm rorry!

Alright, alright.
So you're sorry.

You know, if this was on TV,
you'd win an academy award.

[doorbell ringing]

Now what? Come in.

Mr. Jetson?

- 'Yeah?'
- My name is Withers.

I'm an attorney representing
the fabulously wealthy

J.P. Gottrockets.

Um, ahem, do you have a dog,
Mr. Jetson?

What do you think this is?
My mother-in-law?

Is your dog 5'9", weight 115

and answers to the name
of Tralfaz?

Tralfaz?

Ralfraz? Yuck!

My dog's name has been Astro
ever since we found him.

- Yeah, Rastro.
- His name is Tralfaz.

And here is his pedigree
to prove it.

- What's wrong, George?
- Who's Gottrockets?

What does that man want, dad?

Oh, this character says
Astro isn't our dog.

That's right. Mr. Gottrockets
sent me to bring Tralfaz
home.

- Tralfaz?
- Yuck!

You can't take Astro.
He's happy here.

Rah, I'm rappy rere.

Ha! You see, he's happy here.

He'll be happier with
my fabulously wealthy
client.

Tralfaz will have
the very best.

'A split-level doghouse,
heated doggy pool'

'seven-course doggy meals
three times a day'

'his own fur lined
fire hydrant.'

'He will live
in the lap of luxury.'

Hoo-hoo-hoo!

Well, of course,
if that's what Tralfaz

I mean Astro wants.

You don't want any old private
swimming pool, do you, Astro?

Or you don't want
any old lap of luxury, do you?

Hmm. Unh-unh.

- 'Yippee! He stays!'
- 'Well, that settles it.'

Astro and I have our differences

but if he leaves,
it will be over my dead body.

It may take a court order
for that.

- But I'll get it.
- Yeah, well, fine.

In the meantime, buzz off.
Will you?

I shall return!

Rhank rou.

slurp slurp

Mmm, I wonder
if I made a mistake.

But what do we do when
Mr. Withers returns, George?

Yeah, he'll try
to take Astro again.

Well, I could make it rough
for him and let him take Astro.

- Huh?
- George, be serious.

Hey, uh, couldn't we just
kind of hide Astro?

- 'Elroy, you're a genius.'
- I am?

A regular chip
off the old block.

Operation Hide Astro
is about to begin.

(male narrator)
And so, while Operation
Hide Astro goes into action

we go to the modest
suburban flat

of Mr. J.P. Gottrockets.

Where J.P. awaits the next move
in the deadly game

of Astro, Astro,
Who Gets Astro?

Well, Withers, I presume

you found and returned
my dog Tralfaz.

Ahem. Well, uh, eh..

Not exactly,
Mr. Gottrockets, sir.

Not exactly?
Now see here, Withers.

I didn't get to be filthy rich
by permitting my property

to be poached on
indiscriminately.

Oh, let's see.

Should I get a Miami

Honolulu or Riviera tan today?

'Oh, I guess a three-second
Miami tan will do it.'

You'll pardon my saying so, sir.

But the dog seems to be
happy, uh, where he is.

I want that dog
returned at once.

Or you'll wind up
like on TV Night Court.

- Is that clear?
- Oh, no! Oh, no!

Not that, sir! I'll do it.

Of course, it will mean
a custody fight in court.

I'll fight it down
to my last billion.

Now get moving. Get a habeas
corpuscle or something.

'At once, sir. A what, sir?'

(male narrator)
Meanwhile,
back at the Jetson home.

George, do you really think
it will work?

Oh, sure, it will.

With this old jacket
and this hat

we'll pass him off
as our Uncle Charlie.

Not a bad fit, huh?

Now remember, Astro.

You're Uncle Charlie.
You got it?

Rot it.

Now nobody sits like that.

- Get up and sit like a man.
- Rike rhis?

[doorbell ringing]

- Who is it?
- It's me, Withers.

I've got a court order
to repossess Tralfaz.

Ooh, it's that mean man.

Oh, George. What do we do?

Quick, Elroy. Open the closet.
Astro, you go hide in there.

Rokay.

Now, remember, don't make
a sound, Uncle Charlie.

(Astro)
'Rouch!'

[whimpers]

Shh! Don't yell.

Rouch.

All set, dad.

Okay, now.
Everybody, act natural.

Well, hiya, Mr. Withers.

Uh, have you seen Astro?

Don't give me that.

'I've come for the dog.'

Ah, well, you see, he ran away.

[laughs]

Look, I've got no time

for hide-and-seek games.

Where are you hiding Tralfaz?

I tell you, he ran away.
Would I lie to you?

Yes. You know, the last place

anyone would hide a dog
is in the closet.

But you don't look too bright,
so I'll check in the closet.

Oh-oh, he's gonna find Astro.

Rello.

Oh, that's our Uncle Charlie.

He's a little
on the eccentric side.

What's eccentric?

With a face like that,
I'd hide too.

Good heavens.
What a dog face.

Eh? Dog?

Yoo-hoo! Uncle Charlie?

Alright.

Oh, don't! No!
Uncle Charlie, wait!

crash

My! What a long tail you have,
Uncle Charlie.

Oh-oh!

Quick, Astro. Run for it!

Oh, no, you don't.

[comical music]

Excuse me, but did you see
a big dog go by here?

- 'Re rent rat ray.'
- He went that way? Thanks.

Oh, the things I go through
for a measly million dollar

retainer fee.

Hey! That was Tralfaz.

'Alright, wise guy.
You're coming with me!'

'I'm warning you.
I never give up.'

Relp! Relp!

Quick, George! Do something.

Here comes
that terrible man again.

Elroy, find another
hiding place for Astro

while I keep that guy
from coming back.

Where, dad? Where?
Where shall I hide him?

How should I know?
Put him in the..

Ah. There you are.

You know, I think we're carrying
this dog-lover bit too far.

(Withers)
'Come back here, dog.'

I've got you legally cornered.

Oh, no!

crash

They've gone
right through the window.

There they are.
On Astro's dog walk.

It's no use, Tralfaz.

I'll track you down
like a legal beagle.

And when I hit this stop button,
he better be a flying beagle.

Huh? Yow!

Pretty sneaky, Jetson.
But I'll be back.

Now where's that
car control unit?

Ah, here it is.

Calling my car.
Calling my car.

Falling due south
on north side of building.

'Get down here right away.
Over.'

[instrumental music]

crash

Of all the dumb cars,
where were you

when the electronic brains
were passed out?

I'm through being
reasonable,
Jetson.

You forced me into this.

I'm serving you
with this summons.

Okay, so you did.

Now, make like the wind
and blow.

'Very well.'

But, remember,
the wind of justice

blows an ill window for those
who deal in chicanery.

Now what's that
supposed to mean?

I don't know, it's just
something I picked up

in law school.

- What do we do now, dear?
- Oh, I don't know.

It will take a Perry Spacen
to save Astro now.

[crying]

(male #1)
'Hear ye, hear ye.
This court is now in session.'

The first case
is J.P. Gottrockets

versus the Jetsons.

You may proceed.

Shouldn't we have hired
an attorney, George?

We can't afford one.

(Jane)
'Well, the Jury-Vac
doesn't look too sympathetic.'

Oh, don't worry,
when Astro starts having it
up

this will be
an open and shut case.

This better be
an open and shut case, Withers

or you'll have
an open and shut job.

Uh, yes, sir.

[gavel banging]

Will the plaintiff,
please, take the stand?

Your Honor, my client

the fabulously wealthy
Mr. Gottrockets

maintains that this pedigree

'bearing the name of Tralfaz,
alias Astro'

'and fitting the description
of said animal'

'is sufficient
and conclusive proof'

that the dog is the property
of said client.

Briefly, Your Honor,
that is our case.

We will now hear
from the defendant.

So you see, judge. Astro's been
with us so long that--

I object, Your Honor.

'The defense is imposing
undue influence on the court.'

Objection sustained.

That means scram!

Would the defense care to call
any witnesses?

Uh, yeah. I'd like to call
Astro to the stand.

Mr. Astro, will you, please,
take the stand?

Will you tell the truth,
the whole truth

et cetera, et cetera,
and like that?

I rill.

I object again, Your Honor.

The witness is a dog.

Overruled.

The court is not concerned

with the personality
of the witness.

But, Your Honor,
he's a real dog.

You know, bow-wow.
Woof-woof-woof and so forth.

Oh, yeah. So he is.

Objection sustained.

Oh, ruts!

The clerk will strike the dog's
remark from the records.

And the Jury-Vac will disregard
the dog's testimony.

beep beep beep

Now, Elroy, I want you to
take
your time and tell the court

just how
you first acquired Astro.

Well, uh, you remember, pop.

It all began one day
down at the playground.

I was playing in the sand box
looking for mineral deposits.

I had just dug this swell hole

when all of a sudden
in rushed this big dog.

Relp, rave me!
Relp, relp!

Gee, fella, what is it?

What's wrong, boy, huh?

The rog ratcher.

(Elroy)
The dog catcher?

Quick, boy, into this hole.
I'll save ya.

Here, put on this hat

and-and try to act natural.

Rokay.

Hey, you kids seen a stray dog
around here?

- A dog?
- Unh-unh.

Okay, thanks.

We did it. You're safe, boy.

- Rank you. Ranks a lot.
- You're welcome.

Uh, don't you have
a home of your own?

- Unh-unh.
- Would you like to be my dog?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

slurp

Then I brought him home
and he's been mine ever since.

Except now I'm gonna lose him.

[sobbing]

[sobbing]

Now, now. Now, now.

Now, see here,
any more outburst like that

I'll have to clear
the courtroom, understand?

And in conclusion,
I would like to point out

to this intelligent Jury-Vac

that the defense has failed

to refute the claims
of my client.

'That the pedigree
is absolute proof.'

And therefore, the dog
is the property of my client.

Thus, we rest our case,
Your Honor.

The jury
having heard the evidence

will now scientifically deduce
its verdict.

beep beep beep

Do you think
we have a chance, dear?

Well, put it this way.

You can start calling Astro
by his new name Tralfaz.

[sobbing]

Has the Jury-Vac
reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honor.

I might add, Withers,
your job hangs in the balance.

The jury awards the dog

to Mr. Gottrockets.

Hooray! We did it!

Hooray! We did it! Yippee!

Good work, Withers.
Your job is safe.

- For another month.
- Oh, you're all heart, sir.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry, old pal.
I, I did my best.

[crying]

Of course, the, uh, defendants

will be permitted
reasonable visiting hours.

[gavel banging]

Case closed.

Come on, Tralfaz.
We're going home.

I've got your room
all fixed up for you.

So long, Astro.

sniffle

Goodbye, Astro.

It won't be so bad.

You'll be a rich dog
from now on.

Yeah. And we'll visit you
every chance we get, Astro.

[sobs]

You can forget that Astro stuff.

From now on,
your name is Tralfaz.

Ralfraz. Yuck!

(male narrator)
And so, Astro,
that is the Tralfaz

was doomed to a life of dull,
depressing wealth and luxury

at the home of the fabulously
wealthy Mr. J.P. Gottrockets.

He had everything
a dog could want.

A private doghouse
with all necessary

or incidental accessories.

And outside, he had his own
private, circular dog walk.

The finest foods were readily
available at paw's length.

Row about that?

But poor Astro was not happy.

He felt lost
in the lonely new world.

[crying]

And he missed
his beloved Jetsons.

Only two things
made Astro happy.

One was his daily romp
with Gottrockets.

woof woof woof

Down, boy. Down, down!
Heel! Heel! No!

'Yeeowch!'

Oh, that's six pairs of pants
you've ruined this week.

[laughing]

The other thing that made him
happy was visiting hour.

Tell me, how are they
treating you, pal?

Rot bad.

Then one day..

Oh, Tralfaz.
It's visiting hour again.

- Hi, Astro.
- Hello, boy.

- It's us, Astro.
- Here, boy.

Rippie!

woof woof woof

slurp slurp slurp

[laughs]
Alright, Astro.

I'm glad to see you too.

We sure miss you, Astro.

I riss you too.

Just look at them, Withers.
I think we've been wrong.

Taking that sweet dog
from those nice people.

Would we hurt our corporate
image if we gave him back?

It would make
everybody happy, sir.

Besides, it could make
things a lot easier

on my personal image.

Oh, I agree, sir.

And I'll arrange the papers
right away.

Well, so long, pal.
We'll be back next week.

(Withers)
'Oh, Mr. Jetson.
One moment, please.'

Mr. Gottrockets has decided
to present Tralfaz, Astro

to you as a gift.

- Huh?
- 'Here are the papers, sir.'

(Withers)
'Astro is now legally yours.'

Why, it's true.
Astro belongs to us.

Come on, boy.
You're going home.

Rippie!

mwah mwah mwah

I'm roing rome. Rippie!

Rippie! I mean yippie!

Give Mr. Gottrockets
our thanks, Withers.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ Which nobody can deny ♪♪

♪ Which robody ran reny wooo ♪♪

(male narrator)
"The Jetsons"

brought to you by..

[theme music]

Meow!

(George)
Help! Help!

Jane, stop this crazy thing.

Jane!

Help! Jane!