Bewitched (1964–1972): Season 2, Episode 24 - Samantha the Dressmaker - full transcript

Samantha is trying to design and sew an evening gown for a business dinner she and Darrin are going to with an important client, the Glendons. Samantha's dressmaking the mortal way isn't going very well, so Endora convinces Samantha to get some inspiration from French couturier, Aubert, which she does so clandestinely. When Darrin unwittingly criticizes Samantha's mortal creation, Samantha feels what is best for all concerned is to create a gown through witchcraft, using one of Aubert's new designs. The gown is a hit at the dinner, so much so that Darrin, wanting to please the client, offers Samantha's services as gown designer and seamstress to Mrs. Glendon, Mrs. Glendon's sister-in-law and Mrs. Kravitz. Having no aptitude as a designer or seamstress the mortal way, Samantha feels she has no other choice but to create those three gowns also using witchcraft, and also using three of Aubert's not yet released designs. These three gowns will be debuted at a business cocktail party Darrin is hosting for a new client, while Samantha will wear the same gown she wore to the dinner to the cocktail party. What Samantha is unaware of until the new client is introduced at the cocktail party is that the client is Aubert, who is trying to introduce his creations for the mass American market, something he tried before but failed. Samantha has to figure out a way to get Aubert not to sue the agency for what he believes is theft of his designs, but also to help Aubert get over a much larger cultural gap issue for American business success.

Hello, Derwood, my boy.

Mother, I'm terribly busy.

Where's my grandchild?

Darrin's mother is taking care of her
while I do this.

- While you do precisely what?
- Obviously, I'm making a dress.

But why all this rigmarole?

Oh, Samantha, have you forgotten
everything I've ever taught you?

I haven't forgotten, but you know
very well I prefer to do it this way.

When I'm through, I'll have the most
enormous feeling of accomplishment.

- It's fun.
- Oh, it's pathetic.

It isn't. Darrin and I have been invited
to the home...



of the Glendons for dinner this
evening. He's a very important client.

Darrin wanted me to look my best.

Instead of spending the money,
I thought I'd just whip this up.

- Think it'll look okay?
- Well, it depends.

Is it a hard-times party?

Well, I know it doesn't look
the way they pictured it.

There's so many loose threads
that I can't quite...

I did so want to make
an impression.

Wear that, and you'll really make
an impression.

- Goodbye, Mother.
- Goodbye?

Goodbye?

We had a date for lunch,
which you've obviously forgotten.

Oh, I am sorry. I did forget.
What do you want me to make?

Tracks.
I'm going to take you to lunch...



at a charming little
French restaurant I've discovered.

Mother, I have to finish this dress
before this evening.

I don't think I have time to go out.

Now, look, it'll take less time
to eat out...

than it would to cook
a meal yourself.

Oh, well. All right, all right.
Is it far from here?

No, not really. Actually,
it's practically around the corner.

From the Rue de la Paix.
You'll love it.

Mother, this charming little
French restaurant is in France.

Of course.
Where else would it be?

And you should be dressed
accordingly.

Well, this is all very nice, Mother,
but I'm going home.

Oh, darling,
you'll be home in a half an hour.

And you did promise
to have lunch with me.

- Not in Paris.
- You know what I always say?

- What?
- If you're going to have lunch...

have an excellent one.

Well, how did you like it?

Very much. Thank you. But now I think
I better be getting home.

Samantha, why don't we go
to Aubert's while we're here.

- The couturier?
- The most inspired dress designer...

in all of France.

And if I may say so, my dear child,
you are sorely in need of inspiration.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.
I promised Darrin I was gonna make...

that dress myself,
and that's exactly what I intend to do.

How important is this Mr. Glendon
to your husband?

- Very. Why?
- Don't you think you should make...

every possible effort to please
your husband and look your best?

Darling, I'm only thinking of you.

Having a peek at the work of a truly
creative Paris designer can only help.

Don't you think so? Oh, come on.

Come on, it'll only take five minutes.

Oh, well, all right. All right,
you've convinced me. On to Aubert's.

Send whoever that is away, Brigette.

- If they are good customers?
- I plan the conquest of a nation.

Do not bother me with customers.

Besides, they may be spies.
Send them away.

At once.

Please ring them again, Samantha.

- They're obviously closed, Mother.
- Oh, nonsense, I...

I am sorry, but Aubert is not receiving.
Another day, perhaps.

Well!

After all that mortal money
I've spent here.

Come on, darling,
we'll just take a peek...

and then you can get on home
to Darwin.

Darrin.

You're rather a beastly
looking little man...

but I must say,
these do have a certain flair.

Now, that's definitely your style.
Shall we take it along with us?

- Or would you rather have it sent?
- Neither, thank you.

You still insist on continuing
with that dreary do-it-yourself project?

Yes. Yes, I do. Now, if you'll excuse
me, I think I'd better be getting home.

Very well, then, I'll go along
with you as far as Bermuda.

Mr. Aubert!

Look at this.

Oh, well.

There you are, Tabatha,
a Samantha Stephens original...

complete and ready to wear.
What do you think of it?

Marvellous. Now you're an authority
on high fashion.

Well, up to bed, young lady.
That's where you're going.

She said she'd let me know
when they were ready to leave.

- Who?
- Mrs. Stephens.

- She asked me to babysit for them.
- She did?

Well, I offered to sit.

At first, she didn't wanna take
advantage of me, but I insisted.

I thought it was the only
neighbourly thing to do.

You mean a snoopy thing to do.

She's supposed to send up
a smoke signal when she wants you?

Of course not. She'll telephone.

And you can't hear the phone ring...

unless you're standing
at that window with your spyglass.

Boy, is that a mess.

- She'll never get it finished in time.
- What?

The dress she's making.
She's supposed to wear it tonight...

when they have dinner
with his big client.

How did you find all that out?

Well, I've got eyes, ears and a mouth
like any other normal person, Abner.

Wanna bet?

Hi, honey. I'm home.

- Like it?
- Yeah. It's fine. Fine.

But do you think you'll have it
finished in time?

But it...

- You don't like it.
- No, no, sweetheart. It's great.

It'll look swell on you.

- After it's finished.
- Right.

- Where's our daughter?
- Upstairs in her crib.

We have to be at the Glendons' at 8,
so snap it up, huh?

Good.

Really?

Is that the dress
you were working on?

I just made
a few last-minute changes.

It sure looks a lot better on you
than it did on that dummy.

Thanks. Oh, that'll be Mrs. Kravitz.

I'll be right down, honey.

- Hi there, Mrs. Kravitz, come on in.
- Hi.

This really is so nice of you.
Now, Tabatha is asleep...

but I'm sure we'll be back
before she wakes up.

That settles it. I've got to get
a new pair of opera glasses.

- I beg your pardon?
- Hi, Mrs. Kravitz.

- Honey, we better step on it.
- Hi.

J.T. Glendon's a nut
on punctuality.

- Well, have a good time.
- Thank you.

Oh, you look lovely, both of you.

Thank you, Mrs. Kravitz.
Night-night.

- Bye.
- Good night.

That's a marvellous cigar,
Mr. Glendon.

Would you like to have one or two
to take home?

No, thank you.
They're too hard to come by.

Have you been to Paris recently,
Mrs. Stephens?

- Paris?
- Yes, I've been admiring your gown.

And I know you didn't buy it here.

Darn right, she didn't.
She made it herself.

- You're joking.
- No, I'm not.

You are talented, Mrs. Stephens.

I could've sworn
that was a Paris original.

No, she whipped it up herself.
Only took a couple of days.

- Please, Darrin.
- Well, if you ever decide...

to open up a shop,
I'll be your first customer.

I'll remember that.

I know it's an imposition,
but do you think you might be able...

to design something for me?

She'd be glad to.
Wouldn't you, Sam?

I do believe my husband's getting
a little carried away with family pride.

- I'm not that good.
- Sam, you're being too modest.

Yes, you obviously have
a rare talent.

But not for dressmaking.
This one was just a fluke.

Well, I'd be willing to trust you.

Will you make a gown for me?

Well, I'd love to, but you see,
my husband likes me...

to spend all my spare time with him.
Don't you, dear?

I'm sure Darrin is willing to make the
sacrifice in this case, aren't you, boy?

Of course I am.
I'll even be willing to watch the baby...

- while she's working.
- Then it's all settled.

I guess it is.

Doris, I'm green with envy.

That's my sister for you. Whatever
my wife wants, she wants too.

Sam?

Well, why not? I'd be happy
to make one for you too, Mrs. Granger.

You sure it wouldn't be
too much trouble?

Oh, no. No trouble at all.

Honey. Honey.

Honey, I just couldn't say no.

You might have checked with me
before you said yes.

- And what would you have said?
- No.

Sweetheart, you know how important
the Glendon account is to the agency.

- I suppose so.
- Besides, when I said you'd do it...

Mr. Glendon gave me
a whole box of these great cigars.

I don't smoke cigars.

Sam, I wouldn't have offered if making
dresses didn't seem so easy for you.

Besides, you've only got yourself to
blame. You shouldn't be so talented.

In the future, I'll try not to be.

Oh, well, sure. Sure. Why not?
The more the merrier. Okay, bye.

Well, my career as a dress designer
is booming.

Gladys Kravitz wants me
to make one for her.

- You could've said no.
- I didn't have the heart...

to turn her down. Besides,
she'd already gotten the material.

I'm sorry I got you into this.

You better run,
or you'll be late for the office.

I'm not going to the office. I'm driving
out to the airport to meet a new client.

What time's the plane due?

I've got it written down here
somewhere.

Excuse me.

There. Aubert of Paris, arriving at...

Honey, I'm late. I've gotta run.

By the great beard of Merlin!
Are you still on this seamstress kick?

Not "still," Mother, "again."
I got trapped into making dresses...

for Gladys Kravitz and the wife
and sister of Darrin's client.

Samantha, would it be fair to say
you are totally inept as a dressmaker?

No, it wouldn't be fair.
But it's true.

Then how can you hope to make
three gowns the mortal way?

I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to use witchcraft.

Samantha, it makes me very happy
to hear you say that.

I was beginning to think
I'd failed you as a mother.

Don't get carried away. I'm only doing
it because there's no other way out.

I don't understand.
If you're going to use witchcraft...

why are you bothering with all this?

In just a few moments, my customers
are coming for their fitting.

I have to make it look like
I'm doing things the normal way.

After they've left,
I'll simply twitch up...

the other three originals
that we saw at Aubert's.

Oh, that's my Samantha.

Mother.

Well, that just about does it. Now
that I have all your measurements...

I can start
working with the material.

Well, what about my hips?

- What about them?
- You didn't measure them.

Well, I don't think
we have to bother with that.

Don't you even jot down
the measurements?

No. I have a different way
of working.

My measurements are easy
to remember, 32-32-32.

Well, don't worry, Mrs. Kravitz,
yours are burned into my memory.

That's funny,
Abner says the same thing.

Excuse me.

Hello. Oh, hi, Darrin.

I won't keep you, sweetheart.
I just wanted to tell the ladies...

they're both invited to a cocktail
party Friday, at which they can wear...

their gorgeous, new
Samantha Stephens originals.

- Did you hear that?
- Yes. Tell him we accept.

They accept.
What's the party for, Darrin?

I can't tell you any more about it.

It involves a new client,
and it's very hush-hush.

You and the girls
will get a big kick out of it.

All right, darling. Thank you.
Bye-bye.

Well, I don't have to keep you
any longer, ladies.

As soon as your new dresses
are ready, I'll send them over.

Oh, boy, I sure am looking forward
to getting a new dress.

I just wish I had somewhere
to wear it.

Here I'll be all dressed up
and no place to go.

Well, see you Friday.

Oh, you mean you'd like me
to come too?

Well, I'm sure Darrin
would love for you to come.

I'll have to check our engagements,
of course.

- You mean you might be busy?
- I wouldn't think of disappointing you.

Are you sure, Samantha, that you
don't want us for a second fitting?

No, I have everything I need.

I just hope
you don't give her my bust.

- I beg your pardon?
- If you got the measurements mixed.

Don't worry, I won't.

- Goodbye.
- Bye-bye.

- Bye-bye, Mrs. Kravitz.
- Bye, Mrs. Stephens.

I just wondered what time
for the cocktail...

What's the matter, Mrs. Kravitz?

How can you make three dresses
in three seconds?

I just went out the door...

Then I went and suddenly saw...

You looking for something,
Mrs. Kravitz?

Only my sanity, Mrs. Stephens.

Only my sanity.

Sanity.

It's some sort of
a glamorous cocktail party.

I said we'd be glad to come
if we're free.

If we're free?
We're free all the time.

What'll I do if my dress
isn't ready in time?

So you'll wear the old dress.

Guess I'll have to go
to the beauty parlour.

Boy, I'll say.

What are you doing anyway?

S.S. Sorrento.
That's the ship that sank.

How come you're making
a model of it?

I'm sentimental.

It's the ship on which we had
our honeymoon.

Oh, yeah.

And during all the time we were
floating around in our life belts...

I kept thinking, "Somebody's trying
to tell me something."

- Thank you.
- No, thank you.

- No more for me. Thank you.
- Sam, you look particularly beautiful.

And you look particularly beautiful.
Also, particularly nervous.

- What's the matter?
- I'm about to make a speech.

- What about?
- Top secret.

But you'll know all about it
in just a minute. Excuse me.

How can Mrs. Stephens
look so good...

while my wife looks so terrible,
Mr. Glendon?

You must be a professional
mind reader, Mr. Kravitz.

Friends, may I have your attention
for a moment?

I can now satisfy
your understandable curiosity.

This is a preview,
or if you like, a dry run...

during which you will be afforded
the privilege of an advance peek...

at the product my client will display
to his prospective customers...

in the same room
tomorrow morning.

Until now, it has been necessary
to maintain secrecy...

in order to protect
the character of my client's design.

But the time for secrecy has passed.

Therefore, it's with great pleasure
that I introduce Aubert of Paris.

Today, I would like...

Have you any idea
what your little lunch in Paris cost us?

Aubert fired the agency?

Fired us? He's going to sue us
for 5 million dollars.

- You'll wake up the baby.
- Five million dollars.

- That's ridiculous.
- It is?

What's my defence, the truth?

You do kind of have a problem,
don't you?

He tried to introduce his line
in the country before, and he failed.

This was his last chance. The agency
was to help put him over the top.

Darrin, I'm sorry.

You know the thing
he was the most angry about?

The fact that he thought you'd given
me all his top-secret designs?

No. The fact only you looked good
in his gowns...

and everybody else
looked terrible.

Aubert seemed to think
that I hunted the entire country...

to find the three women
who would sabotage his gowns.

- Wait just a minute.
- What?

When I get through talking to Aubert,
he won't sue the agency.

- He'll give you a bonus.
- When you get through...

What makes you think
he'll talk to you?

Oh, he'll talk to me all right.

Sam, no more witchcraft. That's what
got me into this jam in the first place.

Don't worry, no witchcraft.

Maybe just a little.

Only if it's absolutely necessary.

Monsieur Aubert.

You! How did you get in here?

- I have to talk to you.
- How did you get in here?

That doesn't matter.
I have to talk to you.

- I'm going to have you thrown out!
- Oh, dear.

Hello!

I hate to do this.

Now, in just a few moments,
we're going to be very good friends.

And you are going to believe that the
mysterious events of this afternoon...

were caused by my husband's
attempt to dramatize the reason...

for your past failure to capture
the American mass market.

The true reason
for that failure is this:

Your designs look great
on half-starved fashion models.

But if you could come up
with a design...

that looked good
on the average American woman...

then you'd really have something.

- Got it?
- Got it!

The answer is the pear shape.

The shape most natural
to most mature women.

Now, since there is nothing quite
so luscious and quite so tempting...

as a ripe pear, why camouflage it?

Brilliant. I bow to the master.

Yes, I see it all now. I do.

It's too late.

The designs, the sketches,
they're easy for a man of my genius.

But to have the proper models
in the finished gowns...

by morning, it is not possible.

- Monsieur Aubert, I'll make you a deal.
- Yes.

You provide the designs and leave
those humdrum, petty details to me.

Yes, but how can you possibly
turn out a whole line of dresses...

- overnight on your own?
- I won't be working alone.

My mother's going to help me.

I don't know.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Aubert of Paris.

How could you explain to Aubert
how you made the dresses so fast?

I simply told him:

- Which means?
- Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Today, Aubert will lead the fashion
world one giant step forward.

But rather than tell you about my
revolutionary new concept...

I would prefer to show you.

Presenting my first creation
for the average American woman...

as modelled by the average
American woman.

Voil?.

Voil?.

And voil?.