Bewitched (1964) s01e12 Episode Script

- Hello.
- Samantha this is Louise Tate.
I'm at the corner filling station.
I must see you right away.
Right away? Well, wouldn't it be better if I met you somewhere? Oh, well, if it's that urgent, Louise yes, all right, I'll see you.
- I'll be right there.
Good.
Goodbye.
- Hello, Lou - Hello, Samantha.
Louise, what's the matter? Has something happened to Darrin? Oh, no.
No, of course not.
Is Larry all right? Up till now, yes.
Well, for heaven sakes, Louise, what happened? Samantha, Larry and I have been married for 16 years.
- Did you know that? - Yes, of course.
Well, now, after all this time Has something happened between you and Larry? Yes, finally.
Louise, no.
I'm going to be a mother.
Louise, no.
Yes.
The doctor just called to say the tests were positive.
I'm on my way to see him now.
Will you come with me, Samantha? Oh, yes, of course.
I'm terrified.
Why? It's the most wonderful thing that could ever happen to a woman.
I'm not so terrified at the thought of being a mother as I am of Larry being a father.
Larry will make a wonderful father.
What did he say when you told him? - I'm afraid to tell him, Samantha.
- Afraid? Well, after all these years, I don't think Larry is going to care for the idea.
- Besides, he hates children.
- Why? He says they're too young.
Oh, my stars.
Come on, Louise.
Well, what is it? - Cavity.
- A cavity? Yeah, I think you better have it taken care of, Larry.
I guess I better go during my lunch hour.
That's a good idea.
Darrin how would you like to go with me? - Well, what for? I just thought if you weren't hungry, you'd like to spend your lunch with me.
- You're not scared, are you, Larry? - Oh, don't be ridiculous.
I thought you could drive me back to the office from the medical centre.
That gas makes you a bit groggy, you know? Gas? Oh, he won't give you gas for that.
What do you mean no gas? He'll drill the tooth, won't he? Of course, but he'll probably give you a needle.
- You're not serious? - To deaden the pain of the drill.
- What deadens the pain of the needle? - Come on, Larry it's just a little stick.
It only lasts for a minute.
- Haven't you ever been to a dentist? - Only once.
- My father took me.
- Well, how old were you? Thirty-seven.
Don't laugh.
Everyone has their Achilles heel.
Mine happens to be in my mouth.
- I know when I tell Larry, he'll faint.
- Don't be silly.
Times like these, men become very strong.
- You really think so? - I know it.
Then he'll probably hit me.
Louise.
And I just can't wait to see the look on Darrin's face when I tell him.
Why, that lucky son of a gun.
Oh, hi, Larry.
How did it go? Larry, you all right? Did they give you laughing gas or something? Darrin Stephens, you are one lucky son of a gun.
- What? - Who do you think I saw when I came out of the dentist? - I don't know.
Who? - Guess.
- I don't know.
Samantha.
What was she doing at the medical centre? I didn't talk to her.
She didn't see me.
- Know where she went? - No.
- Guess.
- I don't know.
- I don't suppose I ought to tell you.
- Certainly you ought to tell me.
All right.
- Sit down.
- I don't wanna sit down.
You lucky son of a gun.
- What are you talking about? - Okay, okay.
Don't sit down.
But if you fall down, don't blame me, Papa.
- What did you say? - You heard me.
Papa.
- Larry, are you serious? - Of course I'm serious.
I saw her go in to Dr.
Bricey's office.
Dr.
Bricey, the obstetrician.
It's incredible.
Louise was with her, and I heard them talking.
Samantha said she couldn't wait to see the look on your face when she told you.
It's incredible.
I'll call her.
No, no, no.
Don't do that.
This is the most important moment in a woman's life.
Let her give you the news in her own way.
You're right.
I won't say a word.
I'll let her tell me when she wants to.
I'll call her in case she wants to tell me.
Take it easy.
She hasn't had a chance to get home yet.
Yes, of course.
Mrs.
Stephens is calling.
Remember, not one word.
You lucky son of a gun.
Hello, sweetheart.
- How are you feeling? - Oh, I'm fine.
How are you? Well, I'm fine.
I'm just fine.
She's fine.
Where are you, darling? I'm in town, shopping, and I ran into Louise Tate.
Oh, that's wonderful, sweetheart.
Yes, isn't that nice? We thought it might be good if you brought Larry home and the four of us could have dinner together.
Larry's there with him.
All right, sweetheart.
Yes, we'll see you at home.
- Larry wants to talk to you.
- What do I say to him? Oh, for heaven's sakes, Louise, you've been married to him for 16 years.
Hello, Larry.
Yes, dear.
Oh, certainly, dear.
Goodbye, dear.
Darrin thought dinner was an excellent idea as long as I didn't stand on my feet too long.
I tell you, that husband of mine is one kind and considerate man.
Seems like I've got a pretty kind and considerate husband myself.
- Oh, what did he say? - He told me to cook the dinner.
He doesn't want you to stand on your feet too long, either.
It'll be great for you, the best thing that ever happened.
It'll be wonderful.
Oh, children are marvellous when you're young.
Of course, when you get old and tired and impatient that's a different story.
- That doesn't sound like you, Larry.
It isn't me.
I meant Louise.
Well, lucky, what do you think it'll be? Well I haven't the faintest idea.
Well, one thing's for sure, it'll be either a boy or a girl.
I certainly hope so.
Well, I'll see you around 7.
We'll head for home, Papa.
What do you think it'll be? What do you think it'll be? What do you think it'll be? What do you think it'll be? Yes, Miss Nelson.
Mrs.
Stephens and the children are here, Mr.
Stephens.
- Children? - Yes, sir.
Shall I send them in? Yes, of course, send them in.
Hi, Daddy.
Hi, Daddy.
Hi, Daddy.
Hi, Daddy.
Hi, Daddy.
- Hi, Daddy.
- Hello, darling.
Hope we didn't catch you when you're busy.
Oh, no, no, no.
Of course not, sweetheart.
I'm taking the children to lunch, then to the park.
Swell.
I'Il - Get down from there.
- Okay, Daddy.
Oh, no.
- Mama.
- Yes, Rebecca.
Samuel has to, you know You take him, dear.
Okay.
Come on, Samuel.
Samantha, are all our children? Of course, darling.
What did you expect? Mother, you tell Maurice to give me back my candy.
Oh, yeah? Well, you're getting too fat anyway.
Don't you dare say that again.
Fat, fat, the water rat.
Samantha, do something.
Now, Endora, you change your brother back immediately, do you hear? - Do I have to? - Yes, of course.
Okay.
Are you sure you can't come to the park with us? No, I don't think I can.
I mean, I've got so much to do, I better not.
Oh, all right, sweetheart.
We'll see you at home.
Now, now, now, children, we've disturbed your father enough.
Last one to the park is a rotten egg.
All right, now, all together.
One two, three.
Hey, Mom! Come on, Julius.
Sam what have we done? Gladys, even if there was a pool, you can't find it now.
It's dark out.
I don't know what they did with it, but it's here somewhere.
I've gotta find it.
- We'll get arrested, Gladys.
- Not if you don't yell.
Why don't you stop the noise and help me look.
- I looked already.
- Where did you look? I looked in the garage.
There is no swimming pool.
I examined the yard from one end to the other, no swimming pool.
I even looked around the back, under the garbage cans.
There is no swimming pool.
Look once again, Abner.
- When do you think they'll be here? - Any minute, now.
- Why don't you try to relax? - I can't relax.
I'm scared to death.
Have something to munch on.
That'll calm you.
That's a good idea.
Do you have any Indian nuts? No, I don't think so.
Lately, I'm crazy about them.
Isn't that ridiculous? Oh, there they are.
Now, you just relax.
I'll get it.
Good evening, Mr.
Kravitz, Mrs.
Kravitz.
Good evening.
Mrs.
Stephens, do you have a swimming pool? No.
No, we don't.
Are you absolutely sure? Yes, of course.
Thank you.
Good night, Mrs.
Stephens.
Good night.
Gladys.
Gladys.
What in the world would make them think we had a swimming pool? That's Darrin's car.
Oh, Samantha, what am I gonna do? Just get hold of yourself.
This is the most important moment of your life.
Will you stop fussing? You look gorgeous.
- Hello, darling.
- Hi there.
Hello.
- How are you feeling? - I'm just fine.
- These are for you.
- Oh, thank you.
And so are these.
- Hi, Louise.
- Hi, Louise.
- You look lovely.
- You certainly do.
- That's a beautiful dress.
- And you smell beautiful too.
- How about that perfume, Darrin? - It's perfect.
Well, aren't you both nice.
- I'll go and put these in some water.
- I'll help you.
Has anyone noticed how lovely Louise looks? - Certainly did.
- You look very pretty, Louise.
I don't smell bad, either.
Would you like to try me? - How did everything go today, darling? - Wonderfully.
I got a little shopping done.
- Sure you didn't get too tired? - No, no, not at all.
I feel wonderful.
Are you all right? Oh, I'm fine.
We're both fine.
That's fine.
- Who's for a martini? - Great idea.
- I'll have one.
- Me too.
- You think you ought to, Samantha? - Sure, why not? - Well, I mean, maybe - Maybe it'll spoil your appetite.
Oh, nothing can spoil my appetite.
Well, all right, but just one.
A little one.
- I'll have one.
- Here you are, Samantha.
Thank you.
I'll take this with me, and I'll check on dinner.
I'll carry it for you, sweetheart.
It isn't heavy.
Well, I like to make things easier for you whenever I can.
I'll have one.
Larry, I'd like a drink.
All you have to do is ask.
- New dress? - Yes, you like it? - I might.
How much did it cost? - Not very much.
I'm crazy about it.
Here you are.
- A little tight, isn't it? - Tight? Oh, well - Larry, I'd like to talk to you.
- Well? Larry, you're not an old man.
You're a very young man, really.
- What are you talking about? - Well, what I mean is it's not too late.
- Too late for what? Well, it's not too late for an old man who really isn't old to be a young man, really.
Are you sick or something? No, I'm not sick, but I want another martini.
Never seen you down one that fast before.
You better take it easy.
I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself.
I was thinking about your weight.
- What about my weight? - Well, martinis are fattening.
- Two of them? - It all adds up.
You know, I've been noticing.
Lately, you're getting a little thicker in the waist.
- I am? - It's nothing to get panicky about but you could try a little exercise pushups or knee bends, or something.
- I can't do that, Larry.
- Why not? - I'm going to have - Dinner's on the table.
- Come and get it, Louise.
Larry.
- Okay.
- Going to have what? - You're gonna have what? I'm going to have dinner.
- Here you are, sweetheart.
- Thank you.
Aren't you sweet.
- Comfortable? - I certainly am.
Now, you all better eat before this gets cold.
- Smells marvellous.
- Here, Louise.
Louise.
Well, what's wrong? Aren't you hungry? Larry, I have something to say, and I'm going to say it.
- Is something wrong, Louise? - I only meant it as a joke.
- Good girl, Louise.
- Well, what is it? This morning, Samantha and I went downtown to see a doctor.
- What happened? - He kicked me.
I'm sorry, my foot slipped.
It was an accident.
Go ahead, Louise.
We went to see Dr.
Bricey.
- And, Larry, you know what? - Yes, I know what.
You can't keep your mouth shut, that's what.
- Larry.
- Well, I'm sorry.
I know you were at Dr.
Bricey's.
I saw you.
You mean, you know? Of course I know.
Don't be angry, Larry.
It's made me very happy.
- I was hoping you'd feel the same way.
- I do.
I think it's marvellous.
But I also think that Samantha should be the one to tell Darrin.
It's all right with me.
Go ahead, Samantha.
- You sure? - Go on.
- Tell him.
- All right.
- Darrin.
- Yes, dear.
Louise is gonna have a baby.
Who? Congratulations, Darrin, you lucky son of a gun.
No two people in the world are dearer to me than you and Louise.
And now, there's going to be - Louise? - Louise? Louise.
You? After all this time? - I'm sorry, Larry.
- What do you mean sorry? I think it's wonderful.
- How do you feel? - My leg is killing me.
I can't understand why it took you so long to tell me.
- I didn't know how you'd feel about it.
- Great.
That's how I feel about it, just great.
You thought it was me.
I sure did.
That isn't all I thought.
What else? It's not important.
When we do have a child what sort of child do you suppose it'll be? Your guess is as good as mine.
Oh, I know it'll be a boy or a girl, won't it? I imagine.
A boy or a girl what? I don't know.
I just hope it'll be a happy child with your eyes and your hair.
And it would be nice if it had my