All language subtitles for Bewitched S05E23 Tabithas Weekend

Samantha, the
luncheon was delicious.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Stephens.
The omelet is your recipe.

Oh. That's why it's so good.

Oh! Mother.

Well, where did she come from?

Oh, Mother just loves
to pop in unexpectedly.

Yes. I just flew in from Monaco.

But... But-But... But she
wasn't here a minute ago,

and suddenly she was.

Now, now, now, Mrs. Stephens,
you know that's impossible.

Perhaps your eyes are
playing tricks on you.

Samantha, my dear, I was playing
chemin de fer with the prince.

How did you do? Not badly.

I won the palace.

Of course, I won't
hold the prince to it.

Now you two just go on talking
about whatever it is you talk about.

I really came to see Tabitha.

I thought I'd take the
little princess to the zoo.

- To the zoo?
- Oh, yes.

Tabitha and I spent a perfectly
lovely day there last week.

Oh, you did. Hmm.

How nice. They-They-They...

They were there for half
an hour, and I was with them.

Tabitha just loved the
unicorn and the dodo bird.

There are no such things
as unicorns and dodo birds.

We saw the usual things...

Elephants and
tigers and monkeys.

And a unicorn...
and a dodo bird.

Uh, Samantha, when can
I have Tabitha for the day?

I think I'd like to take
her to the museum.

Oh, well, I think she's a little
too young for the museum.

- But not for the zoo?
- Right you are. I knew you'd understand.

Oh, that's probably
Frank, come to pick me up.

I have such a thoughtful
husband. Always so prompt.

And such a good honker.

Hmm. Sorry you have
to leave, Mrs. Stephens.

She is tedious. Mother.

You know, the next
time I go to Monaco,

I think I'll take her with me.

Maybe I can lose her.

Well, I finally got
Tabitha down for her nap.

Mother.

You have five minutes
to place your wager.

What are you doing?

I thought that was obvious.
I'm sitting on a horse.

Hmm. I can see that. But why?

To give you a little preview.

I've decided to be the first
woman jockey to ride at Aintree.

- Oh, splendid.
- These are the queen's silks.

Well, no disrespect
to the queen,

but would you mind getting her
silks and her horse off my rug?

Oh, Samantha.

You're definitely no
fun at all anymore.

I know. Regular
old stick-in-the-mud.

I'll count to three.

Don't bother.

Cream or lemon?

Cream, please.

Oh, you'll loosen up once we
get to swinging London. London?

Yes, the three of us.

With Durwood away
for the weekend,

it's the perfect opportunity
for Tabitha to visit...

all the fascinating relatives
on our side of the family.

Well, Mother, I'm afraid that...

Excuse me. You and Tabitha...

can visit your father in London while I
have cocktails with the Queen Mother.

And then I thought
we could catch up...

with Uncle Arthur in Marrakech,
and then on to Skorpiós,

where I understand Serena
is stirring up a bit of trouble.

Mr. Stephens. Hi, Samantha.

Is, uh, Mrs. Stephens with you?

No, she thinks I'm out shopping.

Come in. Oh, thank you.

Well!

What a pleasant surprise.

Phyllis didn't mention
that you were here.

She probably likes to
keep good news to herself.

Besides, she seemed a
little unstrung when she left.

Yeah, well, she had a sick
headache on the way home.

Oh. That's what I
want to talk about.

Uh, w-would you
care for some tea?

Oh, thank you. Oh, allow me.

Sit down.

Samantha,

Phyllis has the idea that you're
waging some sort of a campaign...

to keep her away from Tabitha.

Now, why would I
do a thing like that?

Well, she feels it's because you
think that she is senile and incompetent.

That's ridiculous.

Then why are you trying
to keep them apart? I'm not.

Well, I believe it, but in
order to convince Phyllis,

I'm going to ask
you to do me a favor.

Cream or lemon?
Cream, thank you.

You were going to
ask me a favor? Yes.

But now, I think it's best
if she thinks it's your idea.

What is the favor?

Well, now, in the
first place, I realize...

that Tabitha is too
young for museums.

- Good for you.
- So I'm going to suggest
a compromise.

Compromise? Yes.

How about letting Tabitha
spend the weekend with us?

Well, I think one of these
weekends it could be arranged.

I had this weekend in mind.
That sounds like a marvelous idea.

And it would give mother and
daughter a chance to be together.

Last month in Barcelona,

I met a matador you
just wouldn't believe.

Then perhaps you would.

Uh, I-I just don't think
that Tabitha is ready...

to spend a weekend
away from home.

Nonsense, Samantha.

When you were
four, you were out...

watching the fireworks in
Tivoli Gardens. Remember?

- With your champagne
and caviar snack?
- Mother.

Oh, the modern generation
just doesn't swing.

The point is, I'm afraid Tabitha
is still at the "spilly" stage,

and you have so
many beautiful things.

Oh, they're only things.

It isn't the spilling so
much. It's the sticky fingers.

Love sticky fingers.

So, is it okay?

Or are you gonna watch me float
away on a sea of Phyllis's crocodile tears?

You're very persuasive.

Then it's settled. Well, I...

Of course, Samantha, I wouldn't want you
to feel you had no choice in the matter,

so what time would you like
Tabitha picked up tomorrow?

How about after lunch?

Let's say, uh, 5:30?

Let's say 1:00.

And now remember, this
whole thing is your idea.

Oh, well, I hate to hog all
the credit, but if you insist.

Oh, well, I do insist. So
nice seeing you again.

Don't bother to see
me out, dear. Good-bye.

Boy, are you a big help.

Now all I have to do
is figure a way out.

Why? Most grandparents get to
spend weekends with their grandchildren.

Most grandparents don't have
grandchildren who can turn them into toads.

Say, that might be
an improvement.

When can you be ready
to leave for Barcelona?

- I can be ready at 1:00.
- Marvelous.

To go with Tabitha on her weekend
with her mortal grandparents.

Oh, Samantha, you're
an absolute drear.

I know. I know.

It's a fatal case. In
which case, darling...

Tallyho!

Oh!

All right now, Tabitha,

when we get to your
grandmother's house...

Will she make unicorns
and dodo birds?

No, sweetheart.

It's... It's your other grandmother
that makes things like that.

This grandmother
makes raisin cookies.

I like raisin cookies. Good.

But not as much as unicorns and
dodo birds. As unicorns and dodo birds.

Tabitha, in this world, there
are two different kinds of people.

I know. You do?

There are big people
and little people.

Mm-hmm. Uh,
sweetheart, that's right.

Oh, Mrs. Stephens. Am I early?

Oh, just a bit.
Oh. I must be fast.

Well, I see my little
lamb is all ready.

So am I.

Oh, uh, are you coming too?

If you don't mind.

No. No, no. Of course not.

M-Mrs. Stephens, I don't
mean to impose, it's just that...

Impose? Imp...
- Did I say impose?
- No.

Come along.

I'll take my granddaughter.
You bring the bags.

Here we go.

"Here we go."

Samantha, what a
pleasant surprise.

I didn't know you were
coming. Neither did I.

Hi, Grandpa. Hi, Tabitha.

How's my big girl? Fine.

I-I didn't think it was fair...

to leave Tabitha alone with
you for the entire weekend.

She's such a lively child.

So was Darrin, but I wasn't
too incompetent to handle him.

Oh, that was years ago.

You might try being on
my side once in a while.

Come along, darling.

Here we go. Oh,
uh, Mrs. Stephens?

It's time for her nap.

Uh, milk and cookies
first. Her nap later.

Why don't you visit
with Frank, Samantha?

He'll tell you all about
his latest invention.

I am going to make a
fortune with this one.

Sam, sit down. I'll
tell you all about it.

Oh, we're going to have a
wonderful weekend, Tabitha.

While you're visiting here
you can do anything you want.

You mean things I'm
not allowed to do at home,

I can do here? Of course.

It's a vending
machine for the home.

Now, you press a
button and zingo...

Out comes a martini.

You press another
button, and pow...

An old-fashioned.

You press another
button, and pingo...

A Tom Collins.

Wow. Well, that's
progress, all right.

No home should be without one.

Guess what Grandma
has for you on the patio.

A surprise.

I'm Black Bart. I'm Black Bart.

A bird that can talk. Mm-hmm.

Hello there, baby.

Did you make him so he can talk?

Everything that bird
knows, he learned from me.

Frank, I have a sick headache.

Frank, I have a sick headache.

I'll, uh, get you
some more cookies.

Hello there, baby.

- I'm Tabitha.
- I'm Black Bart.

I know. Is it fun being a bird?

Frank, I have a sick headache.

- Is that all you can say?
- I'm Black Bart.

I wish you could talk better.

- Hello, Tabitha.
- Hi, Black Bart.

That's a dumb name.
Call me Mr. Marvelous.

Mr. Marvelous, is
it fun being a bird?

I can take it or leave it.

Would you like to be an eagle?

In this stupid cage?

Well... Frank!

Frank.

Oh, Frank.

Something is terribly wrong.

That bird is having a
conversation with Tabitha.

Excuse me. Well, of course
they're having a conversation.

Isn't that why you
taught the bird to talk?

Tabitha, did you do a
no-no to this bird? Yes.

Tabitha!

Grandma said I can
do anything I want.

No one can give you
permission to use witchcraft...

- except me.
- But you won't.

That's right. Now you
un-witch that bird, young lady.

Okay. Be the way
you were before.

I'm Black Bart.
Hello there, baby.

Frank, I have a sick headache.

Now, Frank, just...
Just listen to this.

Is it, uh... Is it fun being
a bird, Mr. Marvelous?

I'm Black Bart.
Hello there, baby.

Well, that doesn't sound
much like a conversation to me.

Frank, I swear to you...

Uh, i-if you'll excuse us, it's time for
Tabitha's nap. Where shall I put her?

- Upstairs, the first door
to the right.
- Thank you.

And why don't you stretch
out on the couch for a while?

I'm afraid you've been
overdoing things lately.

Nonsense. I never felt better.

Uh, Frank,

would you mind getting
me a tiny bit of sherry?

Mr. Marvelous? I'm
Black Bart. I'm Black Bart.

I'm Black Bart. I'm Black Bart.

Oh. Up from our nap so soon?

I would have gotten her.

You were so busy. I
didn't want to disturb you.

Can I have some more cookies?

No, sweetheart. Of
course you can, darling.

One of these days, I do believe
you're going to turn into a raisin cookie.

That would be fun, Mommy.

Hello, everybody.

I'm not going to ask
where you came from.

I'll just assume that you
came to take Samantha home.

No. No, Mother just
popped in to say hello.

Hello. Hello.

How nice.

Here you are, darling.

Can Grandmama have a cookie too?

They're not by chance from
an Alice B. Toklas recipe?

They're my recipe.

Then I think I'll pass.

Well, well, well.

Where did you come from? Frank.

As long as you've asked, I
just popped in from Liverpool,

where I was
exercising my horse...

for the upcoming Grand
National Steeplechase at Aintree.

Oh, what a kidder.

Yes.

Mother's just a laugh a minute.

Now that we're all
here, I have an idea.

Oh, beginner's luck.

Samantha, your mother's a card.

M-Mrs. Stephens,
maybe it would be better...

if Mother and I went home...

- Well, whatever for?
- Frank, never mind.

And took Tabitha with us.

- Whatever for?
- W-Well, I, uh...

I just remembered that
Tabitha prefers to sleep...

in her own little bed.
How do you know?

Has she ever spent a
night away from home?

A night I know nothing about?

Oh, Phyllis, I think what
Samantha is trying to say...

I know what Samantha
is trying to say.

She wants to take Tabitha home
because she thinks I'm senile.

Mrs. Stephens, I... I-I
didn't say you were senile.

Well, that's what you meant when you said
Tabitha prefers sleeping in her own bed.

I did? Of course you did.

Phyllis, Samantha
didn't say it, you did.

I-I-I'll bring Tabitha
over some other time.

When she's older.

Frank, I'm getting
a sick headache.

Frank, I'm getting
a sick headache.

Well, I am!

You do understand, don't
you? Well, not exactly.

He's trying. Well,
come along, Tabitha.

Tabitha?

Well, that's funny. She
was here just a minute ago.

Oh, she must be
playing hide-and-seek.

It's her favorite game.

Would you mind looking
on the patio? No, not at all.

I'll look out front. Good, good.

We don't really think she's
playing hide-and-seek, now do we?

No. We really think that
Grandmama is up to one of her tricks.

Not guilty, Samantha.

Witch's honor? Witch's honor.

Tabitha, wherever you are,

I want you to come
out this instant.

Samantha? Hmm?

Samantha, look for something
small. I beg your pardon?

When a mortal child feels
responsible for a grown-up argument,

that child gets upset
and runs away, right?

Well, yes, but...

But a little witch
wouldn't have to run away.

She could change
herself into something else.

That way she
could hang around...

and watch the grown-ups
making idiots of themselves.

Of course.

I remember the time
that you and Daddy...

were having that silly
argument... Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Never mind that time.

Remember the time your father
and Uncle Arthur were quarreling...

about who would take you
to be introduced at court?

Just barely.

You changed yourself
into a postage stamp.

Oh, that must be how
I ended up in Istanbul.

Exactly.

Well, it wasn't much fun.
Those Turks are kind of rough.

You know that little beauty
mark that's on your shoulder?

Uh-huh. That's where
they canceled you.

Well, all we have to do is
look for something small...

that Tabitha
changed herself into.

Yes. Hmm.

Tabitha, if you're in there, I
want you to come out at once.

Did you hear me?

Flower bowl? Flower bowl?

Are you Grandmama's
pretty little Tabitha?

Tabitha?

Oh, hi.

Uh, Tabitha's such
a good little hider,

you just have to look
everywhere for her.

Yes. Yes, we looked
outside all around the house,

and she was nowhere to be seen.

I don't want to be nosy,

but were you just
talking to this flower bowl?

Flower bowl? I?

My dear, why should I do
an eccentric thing like that?

Well, there's nothing for
us to do but to call the police.

First I think I'll
have a cookie.

Would you like a cookie, Mother?

Oh, the poor things.
They're cracking up.

Hmm. You're always feeling
sorry for everyone else but me.

I'll get your sherry.

I'll get a tall glass.

Now.

Tabitha,

you will turn back
into yourself...

by the time I count to three.

One, two... Three.

Tabitha.

She wasn't here a
moment ago. I know it.

Where did she come from?

Well, now, let's see.

She came from,
uh... Well, she came...

I just came back from
being a raisin cookie.

Frank, remember
your marriage vows...

In sickness and in health.

Now-Now, Mrs. Stephens,

sometimes little girls
have little secrets...

that grown-ups shouldn't
try to understand.

Thank you, dear, I'll...
I'll hold that thought.

And I vote we
continue this weekend,

after Frank and I come
back from our cruise.

What cruise?

The Mediterranean one
I just decided we'll take.

Uh, excuse me.

- Did I do something bad?
- Yes.

It really wasn't your fault.

Will I be punished anyway?

Of course not, my little angel.

Not until later.

Want a cookie?

I hope putting her to
bed without dessert...

wasn't too severe a punishment.

I don't think it's going
to warp her personality,

if that's what's worrying you.

Oh, but chocolate
pudding, Samantha...

Her favorite dessert.
Honestly, Mother...

Mommy did a no-no.

There are times when mommies
are allowed to do no-nos.

Now you go to sleep, young lady.

Right now.

What happened to you?

I ran a collision course
with your chocolate pudding.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Mother, you sent that chocolate
pudding up to Tabitha, didn't you?

Now tell the truth. I
always tell the truth...

As I see it.

Mother, you are
an incorrigible witch.

And you are an insensitive...

selfish, mortal-marrying child.

Well, you don't have
to get that huffy about it.

I guess she does have
to get that huffy about it.

Oh, well.

Mom?