All language subtitles for Bewitched S05E25 Samanthas Power Failure

Samantha has one more chance.

Let her heed the warning
of this Witches' Council...

or suffer the consequences.

Follow me.

Follow me.

Follow me.

Mother, will you please stop
bouncing around like Tinker Bell...

and tell me what
all this is about?

Samantha, I'm sorry
to wake you, my love,

but this is an emergency.

Uh-huh. Well, it better be.

3:00 in the morning is no time to
be playing follow the bouncing ball.

The Witches' Council has finally
had it with your mortal marriage.

Oh, Mother!

They've always had it,
right from the very first.

I could hardly hear the wedding
bells, the thunder was so loud.

Samantha! The Witches'
Council means business.

And I have a message
for our mighty Council.

No matter what they do, I
will not disavow my marriage.

Try moving the lamp, Samantha.

Go on, give it a twitch.

I'd say they got your message.

Well?

Flowers you are,
flowers you'll be.

On the count of three, you'll
move for me. One, two, three.

Oh!

That's right, Samantha. You're
suffering from a power failure.

You're short-circuited,
wiped out, stripped.

Mother, I made my decision,
and I'm satisfied with it.

You mean stuck with
it. I know what I mean.

Oh, Samantha, you've
not only lost your powers,

you've lost your heritage,
your birthright, your everything.

I still have Darrin. You just mentioned
the one thing you should have lost.

Mother, guess who's
not staying for dinner.

Tallyho.

Hi, Sammy.

Oh!

Hi there, Uncle Arthur,
you little dickens!

What a pleasant surprise.

Just thought I'd, uh, pop
up and see you sometime.

Now, how do we
get you to pop out?

Oh, no. It's the Wicked
Witch of the West.

I always break you up, don't I?

- Oh, you!
- Now, stop it, you two.

Don't you worry, Uncle Arthur.
I'll always be your number one fan.

Sammy, I'd appreciate it...

if you kept the toaster
on light from now on.

Boy, that smarts.

Next time try the waffle iron.

Leaves a more
interesting pattern.

Very good, Sammy.
Wish I'd said that.

You will, Uncle
Arthur. You will.

Oh! Hi, coz!

I just won my platinum belt.

Well, do you have to
practice on my furniture?

Oh, sorry about
that. I'll fix it.

I can't hang around
too long, little cousin.

I have to split to India for the World
Rope Climbing Championships.

They've got a new
motto this year.

"The sky's the limit."

- Oh!
- All right. All right.

Will the shepherdess take the
black sheep and go rope climbing?

Samantha and I are
having a serious discussion.

Uh, don't mind us.

I'm-I'm too tired
to leave right away.

As a matter of fact, all I want to
do is, uh, rest my weary bones.

In fact, I, uh...
I think I will.

Uncle Arthur, pull
yourself together.

Is it true that...

♪ The foot bone's
connected to the leg bone ♪

♪ The leg bone's
connected to the knee bone ♪

♪ The knee bone's
connected to the thigh bone ♪

♪ Now, hear the
word of the Lord ♪

♪ The thigh bone's
connected to the backbone ♪

♪ The backbone's
connected to the neck bone ♪

♪ The neck bone's
connected to the head bone ♪

♪ Now, hear the word of the
Lord ♪♪ Right you are, bonehead.

Lucky for you, I...
I didn't hear that.

Arthur, will you please take
your sick humor elsewhere?

As I said, Samantha and I...

We know all about that, Endora.

That's why we're here.

And, little cousin, Unkie-poo
and I are behind you 100%.

If not more.

And don't let those old
crones at the Council...

split you and Darrin.

No! You're a set.

Sort of unmatched, but a set.

You belong together, like
Anthony and Cleopatra.

Arthur, button your lip.

Romeo and Juliet.

Uh, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

If you won't button
your lip, I'll do it for you.

Really, Endora!

Get with it. Buttons
are out. Zippers are in.

All right. Have it your way.

Mother, you unbutton
and unzip them this instant.

Very well. A mother's
work is never done.

Endora, when I think of
you as a blood relative,

I long for a transfusion.

Hmm.

As we were saying, little
cousin, you just hang in there.

You can count on us. No
matter what, we're at your side.

I think they heard
you loud and clear.

Go ahead, Arthur.

Try your tablecloth trick.

Serena? Try your karate.

Hah! Ow!

Why, those spiteful old hags.

What have they done to us?

Serena, let me help you
out of that ridiculous outfit.

Oh!

Thanks for the groovy
threads, Endora.

What kills me is I voted
for them in the last election.

Just goes to prove you can't
trust anyone over 3,000 years old.

- Now listen to me.
- Make that 4,000.

All right. I've done
everything I can.

You've seen the last of me.

Watch. She's going
to get sticky about this.

I'm leaving, never to return.

- Real sticky.
- I haven't gone yet.

Well, hurry up. We
want to be alone.

Don't worry, Sammy.

Everything's going to be fine.

We'll get jobs and
function just like mortals.

Yes, you'll see. We'll adjust.

Well, if you can do it, for us,

living the mortal life will be
as easy as falling off a log.

And into the river
and over the falls.

Uh, Sammy, the
ship may be sinking,

but we'll stick by you,

even if we, uh, all
go down together.

"No matter what,
we're at your side.

"We're behind you 100%.

Come on, Serena.
Let's pledge our loyalty."

Yuck.

"Get a job!" You
and your big mouth.

You could have
objected, you know.

Your mouth wasn't
zipped at the time.

Oh! Here's a strange one.

"Boxer wanted to
work in supermarket."

Probably they want someone
to, uh, beat up the shoplifters.

Probably.

Here's something.

"Ice cream plant.

Unskilled labor. No
experience necessary."

Well, we certainly
qualify for that one.

Tricky little devil.

I know it's a match.

After all, it's on a short
stick, and it has a little red top.

But how do you get it to
light without witchcraft?

Arturo, will you knock it off?

I'm trying to find us a job, and all
you can think about is playing with fire.

Darrin's going to expect me to give
him a hot foot when he gets home,

and I don't want
to disappoint him.

There must be instructions
on the matchbook.

There are. "Learn
electronics in your spare time."

Well, why don't you enroll?

And then maybe during
your smoking break,

your instructor can teach
you how to light a match.

Wait a second. Here it is.

"Close cover before striking."

So simple.

Here it goes.

Light!

It must be faulty.

How's it going? Find anything?

Only something that says, "Unskilled
labor. No experience necessary."

Sounds made to order. Let's go.

Well, this is it.

Looks like a nice
place to visit, but, uh,

I wouldn't want to work there.

Uncle Arthur, really.

Oh, all right, all
right. We're going.

We're going. That's better.

I'll do some shopping with Tabitha
and come back and pick you up later.

Good luck!

What's luck, Mommy?

It's something you need
when you can't twitch.

Well, we're ready.

Hey! That's a perfect fit.

Course, anything would
look good on you, baby.

I think it would look even
better without your hands on it.

This is the first time I ever hired
anybody without a reference.

I don't even know
why I'm doing it.

I do.

The jacket's a perfect fit.

We're wasting time. All this talk
is costing the boss a buck an hour.

I thought you were the boss.

Well, I, uh...

I admit, I-I look like a boss,

but, uh, I just
manage this place.

You can call me Buck.

Come on. Let's get
with it. Follow me.

Okeydoke, Buck.

We, uh... We've got a
special going this week.

We're pushing the frozen
chocolate-covered bananas.

How revolting. You don't
eat 'em. You just make 'em.

Here's how it works. You
take the banana like this.

You dip it in the chocolate. Oh!

That should be easy. I'm
a dipper from way back.

- Excellent.
- Yeah. She used to be known
as the Big Dipper.

All right, all right.

Let's not have any levity on
this job, no matter how weak.

- Oh, we got a critic.
- Anyways, as I was saying,
you take the banana like this.

Dip it in the
chocolate like this.

You hand it to wise guy.

He rolls it in the nuts...

and sticks it in the tray.

- You got that?
- Of course we've got it.

How unskilled do
you think we are?

Now let's try it just
once more from the top.

Over here, gorgeous.

Now, we take the
banana like this,

dip it in the chocolate,

hand it to wise guy...

Who rolls it in the nuts...

and puts it in the tray.

How'd you like that?

I liked it better
when I did it alone.

All right. Have it your own way.

Now, when you get 12 in the tray, you take
the tray and put it in the freezer here.

You got that?
Of course I got it.

You're not explaining the
theory of relativity, you know.

All right, Einstein. Let's
see how it works then.

- I'm gonna start the belt,
so you two stay awake.
- Shoot when you're ready.

I take a banana, I
dip it in the chocolate.

Oh! Aha. Here we go. Here we go.

Oh. Hi.

Drawing a crowd out there.

- Is my lipstick on straight?
- I'll bet.

I could never get 'em
down. No. Neither could I.

Oh! Hope they didn't see that.

Clumsy.

All right, all right. Now,
you're not being paid to wave.

Just dip the bananas.

My good fellow, we find that
we can both dip and wave.

Well, if he's that good,
let him work alone...

while you and I take
a little play break.

You're not exactly
my idea of a playmate.

All right, let's move it.
There's a job to be done.

Oh, by the way, anything you
ruin comes out of your salary.

By the way, what do I
do when my nose itches?

Scratch it on your coffee break.

You're rotten. Rotten.

Nine, 10, 11. Need one more.

Thank you.

There's another dozen.

Oh, you are clever. I wish he'd stay
out of the way. He makes me nervous.

Oh, they're speeding
up. They're speeding up!

Unk! Unk! They're speeding up!

I'm so far behind, you
hide some of them. I can't...

I'm doing the
work of two people.

It's like the
Indianapolis Speedways.

I'll just put these
in here. Yes.

We mustn't let them melt.

Serena, there's no time for the
trays. They're starting to melt.

Just throw 'em to me here,
honey. But your nuts, Unkie-poo!

So nut 'em, nut 'em!

That's it. Oh, they're
falling on the floor!

Just throw 'em in here. Well,
hurry, honey. Well, wait a minute.

You're acting just like a mortal,
Serena. Use your imagination.

That's not very nice!

Well, that was a
good day's work.

- What'll I do with these?
- I don't know. Eat 'em.

Well, how's everybody...

Well, gorgeous,

still don't wanna take
that little play break?

That's cute. That's
funny. Very cute.

You're gonna pay for that. You know
you're gonna pay for that, don't you?

Funny.

Chocolate-covered manager.

Unkie-poo!

Where'd everybody go?

Is that you, Unkie-poo?

Why, no! It's not me.

Let's face it. We're drags.

We should really cut
out of your life completely.

Oh, don't be silly. It's
because of me you were cut in.

If I ever get my powers back,

the first thing
I'm going to do...

is change that manager
into a 150-pound banana.

And I'll dip him in
chocolate and freeze him.

Oh, for the good old days.

What a mess.

You whistled?

Samantha, it should
be clear to you by now...

that you have no choice.

Give up. Come with me to the Witches'
Council and ask their forgiveness.

Well, all right, Mother. I'll come with
you, but I won't ask their forgiveness.

I want to plead my case
before the Witches' Council.

Those old crones haven't
reversed a decision in 3,000 years.

Samantha, why don't
you reverse your decision?

No chance of that.

No chance at all.

Then, Samantha, the decision
of our Witches' Council stands.

You, Arthur, Serena
and Tabitha...

are forever stripped
of your powers.

You call this a
court of justice?

I call it a hall of vengeance.

Careful, Samantha. You'll
just make them angrier.

Try the soft sell. No.

I'm not going to
appeal to your mercy,

just your memory.

Samantha, if their memory
is anything, it's convenient.

Remember the witch
burnings of Salem?

Remember the innocent who were
condemned simply for being different?

Remember your
rage at that injustice?

Well, aren't you guilty
of the same injustice?

Aren't you condemning me simply
because I choose to be different?

Samantha, my darling, remember,
you're risking your birthright.

Oh, I'm not risking anything.

You can take away my
powers, but I'll always be a witch.

It's you, the highest of all
courts, who are taking the risk...

Your integrity, your
right to sit in judgment.

- Have you finished?
- I have.

Don't call us. We'll call you.

Talking to the Witches' Council
was like howling in the wind.

The clouds were so thick,
I couldn't even see them.

Maybe they weren't there.

Oh, you're some help.

May I have the ketchup, please?

How can you people
eat at a time like this?

You're right, Sammy.
We're all insensitive boors.

Pass the cauliflower, honey.

May I have the ketchup, please?

Samantha, your
pacing that way...

isn't going to make
them decide any faster.

If only there were
some hint, some sign.

Sammy. I've got just the thing to
take your mind off your problem.

My old tablecloth trick.

- Oh, good grief.
- I want to see it!

- That's a sweetheart.
- Uncle Arthur!

Now, please, these are our best
dishes. You've broken all the others.

It's been in Darrin's
family for generations.

It belonged to his mother, his
grandmother... Who needs hand-me-downs?

He did it... with no powers.

That clown did it.

Not bad, eh?

Great!

I think.

Uncle Arthur, lend
me that tablecloth.

Hey!

Oh, my! It's good to
be back to normal again!

Oh! I can't stand
all this gaiety!

Well, now that the big, bad
witch is gone, let's dig in.

I could hardly eat
while she was here.