Jeeves and Wooster 2x6

Wooster with a Wife
(or, Jeeves the Matchmaker)

Season 2, Episode 6

& Wooster: ... So obviously there's a bit of a fuss, and they say to him, "what ho". And he says, "what ho". And anyway, he takes the kid and they go off together, out into the world.
    Jeeves: Very inspiring, sir.
    Wooster: Yes, well, I thought so, yes. Well, what I'm driving at, Jeeves, is that I envy that chappie. Having a jolly little girl clinging to him trustingly... Someone to look after, if you know what I mean... I wish I had a daughter. I wonder what the procedure is.
    Jeeves: Marriage is, I believe, sir, the preliminary step, for those willing to undergo its rigours.


& Wooster: The lights will be low, the wine will be flowing.
    Jeeves: I'm sure I wish you every good fortune, sir. I only hope that the dog will not impede your endeavours.
    Wooster: Patrick? Patrick will be warmly ensconced in your room, Jeeves.
    Jeeves: It is, if you recall, sir, my evening off. I had promised myself a quiet evening with an improving book.
    Wooster: Can't you spend an evening with an improving dog?


& Wooster: Now, Jeeves, explain to me what on earth has been going on.
    Jeeves: It occurred to me, sir, that the most judicious course of action was for me to ring the doorbell and request an interview with Miss Mapleton, and while the maid had gone, to introduce Miss Clementina unobserved...
    Wooster: ...and you told the old dragon I was on my way to call, and was in the garden, chivvying burglars with my bare hands.
    Jeeves: Precisely, sir.
    Wooster: I should have been guided by you.
    Jeeves: It might have spared some temporary unpleasantness, sir.

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& Wooster: So we must act swiftly to save Tuppy. He refuses to do the sensible thing and slide out. He says it will make him feel like a knight of old, jousting* under the eye of his lady.
    Jeeves: It does sound like an acute* case, sir.


& Jeeves: Shall I contact the estate agents tomorrow, sir?
    Wooster: Estate agents?
    Jeeves: It was your intention to take a house of sufficient size for Mrs Scholfield and her three young ladies to live with you.
    Wooster: Oh, no, no. No, that's all off, Jeeves. No. Young ladies? Fiends*, every one of them. How they ever grow into those adorable creatures we know and love, I cannot fathom. I shall continue the monk-like existence which has characterised my life hitherto*.
    Jeeves: Very good, sir.
    Wooster: Perhaps another whisky and soda.
    Jeeves: Very good, sir.



-- Dict:
Fiends — Дьявол; Демон
hitherto — до сих пор
rigours — строгость; точность; суровость
pine — тосковать; чахнуть
jousting — рыцарские
acute — проницательный; сильный; сообразительный


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Jeeves and Wooster 2x5

The Mysterious Stranger
(or, Kidnapped)

Season 2, Episode 5

& Jeeves: The rigours* and responsibilities of the post, sir?
    Wooster: Partly, but mostly the fact that every wine merchant within gargling* distance of the metropolis is so keen to get the Drones' order that cases of their most treasured vintage go astray* and end up at the chairman's private residence.
    Jeeves: The ways of commerce are exceedingly odd, sir.


& Wooster: Miss Stoker's got a bit of a problem, Jeeves.
    Jeeves: I'm sorry to hear that, miss.
    Wooster: Some fella keeps following her around.
    Jeeves: Much as one might disapprove of such a course of action by a gentleman, one is scarcely surprised.
    Pauline: Why, Jeeves, you old smoothie*.


& Jeeves: Mr Stoker was enquiring* after you at the hall.
    Pauline: Oh, lordy, you didn't tell him I was with old sweet cheeks here?
    Jeeves: When he saw me, miss, he leapt* to that conclusion himself.
    Pauline: Was he cross*?
    Jeeves: I could not say. A dark hue* suffused his cheek and he attempted to kick a passing cat.

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& Wooster: I suppose one ought to be prepared for one's past to return now and again, strike one a nasty blow on the mazard*.
    Jeeves: Indeed, sir. Our least deed, like the young of the land crab, wends its way to the sea of cause and effect as soon as born.
    Wooster: Oh, quite, but it hardly seems fair that it should also strike the mazards of one's chums*.


& Wooster: ... What a damned silly idea, Jeeves. The girl must be cuckoo.
    Jeeves: Feminine psychology is admittedly odd, sir. The poet Pope...
    Wooster: Never mind about the poet Pope!
    Jeeves: No, sir.
    Wooster: There are times one wants to hear about the poet Pope and times one doesn't.
    Jeeves: Very true, sir.


& Wooster: Jeeves, I find it hard to believe that you thought it worth your while to get half the members of the Drones into the dock to ease my way onto the dining committee.
    Jeeves: The methods were perforce draconian, sir, but the stakes were high. The diminution* in the wine bill each month.



-- Dict:
rigours — суровость
gargling — полощущий горло
astrary — off the right path or way; in error
smoothie — льстец; галантный кавалер; вежливый человек
enquiring — пытливый; вопрошающий
leapt — вскочил
cross — раздраженный
hue — оттенок; цвет
mazard — face
chums — приятель; закадычный друг
diminution — уменьшение; сокращение


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Jeeves and Wooster 2x4

Chuffy
(or, Jeeves in the Country)

Season 2, Episode 4

& Wooster: You know the trouble with a trombone?
    Jeeves: Sir?
    Wooster: After half an hour, one's lips get incredibly numb.
    Jeeves: Might it be wiser not to persist with the instrument, sir?
    Wooster: Oh, nonsense, Jeeves.
    Jeeves: I am only concerned with your health, sir. The numbness of which you speak may be a symptom of some deeper malady* brought on by overexertion of the labial* and maxillary* muscles. My Uncle Ernest...
    Wooster: Never mind your Uncle Ernest.


& Wooster: Well, let me tell you, Mr Mangelhoffer, that the man that hath no music in himself is fit for... Hang on a minute. What did Shakespeare say that the man that hadn't music in himself was fit for?
    Jeeves: Treasons*, stratagems* and spoils*, sir.


& Wooster: Jeeves, you say, "that instrument" in an unpleasant, soupy* voice. Do you dislike the trombone?
    Jeeves: It has been said, sir, that the trombone is not an instrument for a gentlemen. I rue* the day when you first saw Ben Bloom And His Sixteen Baltimore Buddies at the Alhambra Theatre.


& Jeeves: Your new man is here, sir. I have been explaining his duties to him.
    Wooster: Excellent. Good. Erm, all right, is he, Jeeves?
    Jeeves: I think you may be surprised, sir.


& Jeeves: Ah, here is your new man, sir.
    Wooster: What ho, Brinkley. So, do you think we're going to get along?
    Brinkley: I dunno yet.

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& Wooster: I say, Jeeves.
    Jeeves: Good afternoon, sir.
    Wooster: Is, er... something amiss? The Chuffnells look like a French army who've just got to Moscow and discovered it's early-closing day.
    Jeeves: The simile* is an apt one, sir.


& Chuffy: Ah, there you are, Jeeves. Ready for the off? I've nearly finished the letter. I've stuck more or less to what you suggested.
    Jeeves: More or less, sir?
    Chuffy: Well, some of it was a bit too... oh, l don't know... soppy*.
    Jeeves: You'll pardon me for saying so, sir, but soppiness is at the very heart of the successful love letter. Without sufficient soppiness, the communication may be laid aside by the recipient to be read at some future date, together with the gas bills, sir.
    Chuffy: All I left out was that bit about her name being twined round my heart like roses round a cottage door.
    Jeeves: Oh, pity, sir. An old favourite perhaps, but it still has the capacity to move, given the appropriate march of events.
    Chuffy: I just couldn't bring myself to it, Jeeves.
    Jeeves: Very good, sir.


& Pauline: If it's my father, be careful.
    Wooster: What do you mean be careful?
    Pauline: No, it's all right. He probably won't have a gun. Go on!


& Wooster: Ow, Jeeves.
    Jeeves: Your tea, sir.
    Wooster: Oh, thank you, Jeeves. What sort of a day is it?
    Jeeves: Warm, sir. A slight breeze from the southeast and some high cirrocumulus to the west.



-- Dict:
malady — болезнь; расстройство
labial — губной
maxillary — верхнечелюстной
Treasons — Изменнические действия
stratagems — хитрость; уловка
spoils — портить; баловать; грабить
soupy — плаксивый
rue — сожалеть; горевать
simile — сравнение
soppy — сентиментальный
cirrocumulus — перисто-кучевые облака


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Jeeves and Wooster 2x3

The Con*
(or, Pearls Mean Tears)

Season 2, Episode 3

& Wooster: Have you ever noticed a rummy* thing about life, Jeeves?
    Jeeves: No, sir.
    Wooster: Just when you're feeling at your most braced about things, something comes along and gives it to you in the neck.
    Jeeves: Very true, sir.


& Jeeves: Did you have a pleasant afternoon, sir?
    Wooster: You have a cruel streak*, Jeeves. I hadn't realized it before. What blighter* was it that invented the bicycle?
    Jeeves: The first truly rideable machine was made by a Mr Kirkpatrick Macmillan of Dumfriesshire in Scotland in 1839, I believe, sir.
    Wooster: Too late to do anything about it now, I suppose.
    Jeeves: I fear so, sir.


& Wooster: Jeeves! The pearls have gone.
    Jeeves: Good heavens, sir.
    Aline Hemmingway: Whatever can have happened to them?
    Wooster: Whatever could have happened to them?
    Jeeves: Echo answers, "Whatever, sir?"

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& Wooster: Biffy, old mate, as man to man, do you want to haul out of this thing?
    Biffy: Bertie, old cock, as one friend to another, I do. It just sort of happened. You know how it is when your heart's broken, you get absent-minded and cease to exercise proper precautions.
    Wooster: Yes, I know.
    Biffy: I want you to tell me the procedure. But I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.
    Wooster: Of course not.
    Biffy: But what do you recommend?
    Wooster: Sir Roderick discovered there was a modicum* of insanity in my family, so the old boy came out to dinner to give me the once-over and Jeeves arranged things so he went away convinced I was completely off it.
    Biffy: I see. The trouble is there isn't any insanity in my family.
    Wooster: Really?


& Wooster: Well, when it comes to helping a chum*, we, Woosters, have no thought of self. Meanwhile, I'll consult Jeeves. He's never failed me yet.


& Wooster: If you're not going to save a fellow creature, I suppose I can't make you. You'll look silly, when I get old Biffy out of the soup without your assistance.
    Jeeves: I shall try to bear up under the shame of it, sir.


& Wooster: Was that the doorbell, Jeeves?
    Jeeves: It certainly gave that impression, sir.
    Wooster: Who could that be at this time of night?
    Jeeves: I shall endeavour* to ascertain*, sir.



-- Dict:
Con — Жульничество
rummy — подозрительный; странный
streak — жилка
blighter — губитель; неприятный человек
modicum — очень маленькое количество; чуточка
chum — закадычный друг
endeavour — прилагать усилия
ascertain — устанавливать; определять; выяснять


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Jeeves and Wooster 2x2

The Bassetts' Fancy Dress Bal
(or A Plan for Gussie)

Season 2, Episode 2

& Spode: Ah, Jeeves. Glad to see you here. You're just the sort of person we need in the movement. The working masses.
    Jeeves: I hesitate to contradict you, Mr Spode, but the working masses and I have barely a nodding acquaintanceship*. Good afternoon.


& Gussie: Anyway, yesterday, I placed my problem before Jeeves. That man is a marvel, Bertie!
    Wooster: Oh? What did you advise, Jeeves?
    Jeeves: I approached the matter from a psychological angle, sir. It occurred to me that we do not fear those who we despise*. The tactic is to cultivate a lofty* contempt* for those about to listen to one.
    Wooster: Yes, but how?
    Jeeves: Quite simply, sir, one fills one's mind with scornful* thoughts of them. One must never cease to remind oneself that we once saw Robinson arraigned before magistrates for travelling first-class on a second-class ticket and so on. Robinson will have lost his sting*. You dominate him.


& Jeeves: Hm.
    Wooster: What is it, Jeeves?
    Jeeves: There are some curious objects in the wardrobe, sir.
    Wooster: Curious objects? They're handkerchiefs*, Jeeves. Handkerchiefs.
    Jeeves: I think not, sir. They appear to have writing on them.
    Wooster: Oh, come now, Jeeves. I bought a couple of dozen and they offered to put my initials on them. See? BWW.
    Jeeves: I see, sir. With what purpose in mind, sir?
    Wooster: I just think they look dashed* smart.
    Jeeves: Do you, sir?

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& Jeeves: Shall l lay out one of your novelty handkerchiefs for you today, sir?
    Wooster: Oh, come off it, Jeeves. Everyone wears initialed things now.
    Jeeves: I thought the practice was restricted to those in danger of forgetting their names, sir.


& Wooster: You're surely not frightened of a tiny little dog, Jeeves.
    Jeeves: If I may be so bold as to contradict you, sir, the creature is above average in muscular development. I would also draw your attention to the number and size of the teeth.


& Wooster: Look at them, Jeeves. Only last evening, Miss Madeline Bassett lost the love of her life. Only an hour ago, Miss Stephanie Byng too was allegedly* heartbroken. Now look at them. I mean, are these the actions of rational human beings?
    Jeeves: It's difficult to say, sir.
    Wooster: Is it for this that we dragged ourselves from the primeval ooze? To stir up the emotions of simple, honest citizens to the point of frenzy* then go around playing tennis and giggling?
    Jeeves: It's an interesting question, sir.


& Wooster: If it wasn't for the awful threat of lifelong union to Stiffy Byng, Jeeves, I should be looking forward to this thrash*.
    Jeeves: An unlooked-for betrothal* often casts a pall*, sir.


& Wooster: Eulalie again, Jeeves?
    Jeeves: Indeed, sir.
    Wooster: Dashed useful word, that. There isn't anyone else I can use it on, is there?
    Jeeves: I regret not, sir.


& Wooster: Gussie, we're going to burn your dratted* notebook.
    Gussie: Took me ages to think of those things.
    Wooster: You will now forget them again. I beseech* you, Gussie, never, ever to write derogatory* things about your elders and betters again.


& Jeeves: Mr Spode designs ladies' underclothing, sir. He has a considerable talent in that direction and has indulged it secretly for some years. He is the proprietor of that emporium, Eulalie Soeurs, that you chanced across.
    Wooster: Good Lord. Well, no wonder he didn't want it to come out.
    Jeeves: No, sir. It would undoubtedly jeopardise his authority amongst his followers.
    Wooster: Yes, you can't be a successful dictator and design women's underclothing.
    Jeeves: No, sir.
    Wooster: One or the other. Not both.
    Jeeves: Precisely, sir.


& Wooster: You saved me from him, Jeeves. Instead of being beaten to a jelly by this maniac, I sit before you now the same perfectly formed fellow I was before. Jeeves, you may get rid of those handkerchiefs. I owe it to you.
    Jeeves: Thank you, sir. I destroyed them last night.



-- Dict:
acquaintanceship — знакомство
despise — презирать
lofty — высокий; возвышенный; величественный; высокомерный; надменный
contempt — презрение; неуважение; оскорбление
scornful — презрительный; насмешливый
sting — жало; колкость; ядовитость
handkerchiefs — платки
dashed — Решительно
allegedly — якобы
frenzy — бешенство; неистовство; ярость
thrash — бить; молотить; взгреть; побеждать в борьбе
betrothal — обручение; помолвка
pall — надоедать; пресыщаться; приедаться
dratted — проклятый
beseech — умолять; упрашивать
derogatory — уничижительный; унизительный


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Jeeves and Wooster 2x1

The Silver Jug*
(or Jeeves Saves the Cow Creamer)

Season 2, Episode 1

& Aunt Dahlia: One of your wonderful ideas, Jeeves?
    Jeeves: If Mr Wooster could imply* that the object is of modern Dutch manufacture, the vendor might be the more inclined to lower his ambitions.
    Wooster: Why Dutch?
    Jeeves: The Dutch, sir, while an admirable people in many ways and reknowned for domestic hygiene, are not considered of the first rank in matters of argentine* craftsmanship.
    Aunt Dahlia 2 Wooster: Well, you heard what Jeeves said. Now, run along and don't sneer!


& Stephanie: Bertie, I think you're a pig!
    Wooster: A pig, maybe, but a shrewd*, level-headed* pig, a pig who was not born yesterday and who has seen a thing or two.


& Wooster: This is getting beyond a joke, Jeeves. Aunt Dahlia wants me to pinch* that cow-creamer, Stiffy wants me to pinch the blasted cow-creamer... Do you want me to pinch it?
    Jeeves: I think it would be most unwise, sir.

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& How's yours now, Jeeves?
    Jeeves: Oh, really quite promising. I suspected I could make something of him and such is proving to be the case.


& Stephanie: Goodbye, Bertie. Well, you've disappointed me, I thought you had guts.
    Wooster: I have, and I don't want Roderick Spode fooling about with them.



-- Dict:
Jug — Кувшин; Тюрьма
imply — подразумевать; предполагать
argentine — серебряный
sneer — насмешливо улыбаться; усмехаться
shrewd — проницательный; умный; хитрый; практичный
level-headed — уравновешенный; спокойный; рассудительный
pinch — украсть


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Jeeves and Wooster 1x5

Will Anatole Return to Brinkley Court?
(or, the Matchmaker)

Season 1, Episode 5

& Wooster: Morning, Jeeves. I'm just making some tea.
    Jeeves: Really, sir? Perhaps I could...
    Wooster: No, I may as well do it now. I've got quite used to looking after myself. It's surprising how much one can assimilate in a day. Mmm. Now, Jeeves, it says here it's best to use soft water, but after boiling, it may again become hard. That's ice, isn't it? And it says here, that's right, "One teaspoon per person and one for the pot." Why does the pot get one?


& Jeeves: We have a duty to look after our ladies and gentlemen, Monsieur Anatole.
    Anatole: Look after? Am I the nursie? Am l the the nursie for the kiddies? No, this is not kiddies. No, no, no, no, no. Kiddies is nice. Kiddies is not stopping with eats. Kiddies is not saying to us chap*, "Puff, we not like you no more. We not eat your combustibles*."
    Jeeves: Since time immemorial*, Monsieur Anatole, it has fallen to the Gallic races to bring civilization to the rude northerly provinces of their empire.
    Anatole: Mmm. It's true. Anatole is civilian. Anatole is nice.
    Jeeves: It hasn't always been easy. Sometimes it has seemed impossible, but...


& Jeeves: I look forward to it with lively anticipation*, sir.


& Wooster: A poop*, Jeeves. And a poop who drinks nothing stronger than orange juice.
    Jeeves: I was not aware of that*, sir.
    Wooster: Oh, yes. I've had it from his own lips. Whether from some hereditary* taint*, or he promised his mother he wouldn't, Gussie Fink-Nottle's never pushed so much as a gin and tonic over the larynx*. And he expects, this poop expects, Jeeves, under these conditions, to propose marriage to the girl he loves. I mean... one hardly knows whether to smile or weep, what?
    Jeeves: You consider total abstinence to be a handicap in a gentleman wishing to make a proposal of marriage?
    Wooster: Dash it*, Jeeves. Use your intelligence. Were it not for the grape and the grain, weddings would be a thing of the past. Proposals but a dim memory. Without it, Jeeves, we'd babble*.

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& Wooster: This must be an eye-opener for you, watch me handling this case.
    Jeeves: Luckily, sir, I found an opportunity to add half a bottle of spirits to his luncheon orange juice.
    Wooster: Oh, Jeeves... So did I, Jeeves.


& Jeeves: Gentlemen who are discounted by one young lady are apt to attach themselves without delay to another, sir. It is what is known as a gesture. My Uncle George...
    Wooster: Never mind your Uncle George.
    Jeeves: No, sir.
    Wooster: Save him for the long winter evenings.
    Jeeves: Just as you say.


& Wooster: And what about Miss Bassett? Do I still have to marry her?
    Jeeves: No, sir. Miss Bassett is once more safely affianced to Mr Fink-Nottle.
    Wooster: Phew! Well, praise be, Jeeves.
    Jeeves: Indeed, sir.
    Wooster: Although, forgive me for saying so, your methods are a little on the rough side.
    Jeeves: Well, sir, one cannot make an omelette without breaking eggs.
    Wooster: I say, an omelette. Erm... Do you think you could get me one?
    Jeeves: Certainly, sir.
    Wooster: Perhaps with a little half bot of something.
    Jeeves: Undoubtedly, sir.



-- Dict:
chap — парень; малый
combustibles — горячее
immemorial — незапамятный; древний
with lively anticipation — c живейшим нетерпением
poop — дурачок; бесхарактерный человек; простофиля
I was not aware of that — Я не знал об этом
hereditary — наследственный
taint — позор; болезнь в скрытом состоянии
larynx — гортань; горло; глотка
Dash it — К черту
babble — лепет; бормотание


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Jeeves and Wooster 1x4

How Does Gussie Woo Madeline?
(or, Hunger Strike)

Season 1, Episode 4

& Wooster: I had definite doubts about Gussie's chances. But now hope begins to dawn. He's the sort of chap* Madeline might scoop up* with a spoon.
    Jeeves: This is indeed good news, sir.
    Wooster: I wouldn't go so far as to say she actually writes poetry, but when a girl suddenly asks you out of a clear blue sky if you don't think that the stars are God's daisy chain, well, you do begin to wonder, Jeeves.
    Jeeves: Indeed, sir.


& Augustus 'Gussie' Fink-Nottle: Oh, Bertie! Life would be so much simpler if we were newts*!
    Wooster: Yes, well, I've said the same thing myself a hundred times.
    Gussie: Do you know how the male newt proposes, Bertie? He stands before the female newt, vibrating his tail and bending his body in a semi-circle.
    Wooster: No!
    Gussie: Yes. Like this...
    Wooster: Well, it's a change from champagne and flowers.


& Wooster: Life is full of sadness, Jeeves.
    Jeeves: Yes, sir.
    Wooster: Still, there it is.

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& Wooster: Be fair, Tuppy. Remember the time you said her new hat made her look like a Pekinese?
    Hildebrande 'Tuppy' Glossop: Yes, well... It did make her look like a Pekinese. But that wasn't vulgar abuse, just sound, constructive criticism.


& Wooster: Right, this is the plan. I recommended to Tuppy that at dinner he lay off the food.
    Jeeves: Sir?
    Wooster: Tut*, Jeeves! Have you forgotten the telegram to Fink-Nottle, steering him away from the sausages and ham? This is more of the same thing. Pushing away the scoff* is a recognized sign of love. Nothing elaborate*, you see.
    Jeeves: No, sir.
    Wooster: Nothing strange or bizarre or far-fetched, just nature's remedy. It cannot fail to bring home the gravy*, surely you must see that. You don't think my scheme will work?
    Jeeves: I fear Miss Angela may merely attribute Mr Glossop's abstinence* to indigestion*.
    Wooster: I say, Jeeves. I've just had another thought.
    Jeeves: Oh, I am relieved*, sir.


& Jeeves: I trust your dinner plan was a success, sir.
    Wooster: Howling, Jeeves, as you'll no doubt be surprised to hear. Tuppy and Miss Travers are reunited in the drawing room.
    Jeeves: This is indeed good news, sir. Ill-informed servants' hall gossip had it that the cook, Anatole, had given his notice, sir.
    Wooster: Yes, well, I'm not in a position to comment on chitchat, Jeeves, but I suppose it's always a possibility. Anatole is foreign, Jeeves.
    Jeeves: Really, sir?
    Wooster: And, therefore, excitable*.
    Jeeves: I shall bear it in mind, sir.


-- Dict:
chap — малый
scoop up — начерпать
newt — тритон
Tut — Ах ты; (Выражать неодобрение)
scoff — насмешка; зубоскалить
elaborate — сложный
gravy — легкая нажива; (подливка; легкая нажива; взятка)
abstinence — воздержание; пост
indigestion — расстройство желудка; несварение; нарушение пищеварения
relieve — облегчать; успокаивать
excitable — легковозбудимый


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Jeeves and Wooster 1x3

The Village Sports Day at Twing
(or, the Gambling Event)

Season 1, Episode 3

& Wooster: I gather that Miss Platt is not of the noblesse.
    Jeeves: No, sir. She is a waitress.
    Wooster: How is Aunt Agatha going to take to that? She's not like me. I'm broad-minded. If Uncle George wants to marry a waitress, let him, say I. The rank is but the penny stamp.
    Jeeves: The guinea stamp, sir. The poet Burns was writing at a time...
    Wooster: Never mind the poet Burns, Jeeves!
    Jeeves: No, sir.
    Wooster: Expunge* the poet Burns from your mind.
    Jeeves: I have already done so, sir.


& Wooster: So if your scheme works and Uncle George edges out, it will do your pal a bit of good.
    Jeeves: Precisely, sir. My friend Smethurst would regard it as a consummation* devoutly* to be wished.
    Wooster: That's rather well put, Jeeves. Is that your own?
    Jeeves: No, sir. The Swan of Avon, sir.
    Wooster: Ah.

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& Lady Drucilla Wickhammersley: Mr Wooster. Mr Little, Mr Widgeon. What in God's name are you doing there?
    Wooster: We are...
    Little: Er...
    Widgeon: We...
    Jeeves (clears throat): The gentlemen had expressed an interest in horticulture*, my lady. I was enlightening them as to the life cycle of the earthworm. Essential, I've always felt, for a proper understanding of the subject.
    Lady Drucilla: Oh. Oh, I see. Very well, then. Do carry on.


& Wooster: Jeeves, you're a wonder.
    Jeeves: Thank you, sir. We do our best.



-- Dict:
Expunge — Стирать; Вычеркивать; Исключать
consummation — осуществление
devoutly — набожно
horticulture — садоводство; огородничество


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Jeeves and Wooster 1x2

Bertie Is in Love
(or, Golf Tournament)

Season 1, Episode 2

& Barmy: I mean, as far as I can see, the trick in playing the piano is to get one hand to do one thing, while the other one's... doing something else.
    Lady Wickham: Well, yes...
    Barmy: I can do that with a knife and fork, so I don't see why...


& Wooster: Tell me, Jeeves, were you always like this, or did it come on suddenly?
    Jeeves: Sir?
    Wooster: The brain. The grey matter. Were you a brilliant child?
    Jeeves: My mother thought me intelligent, sir.
    Wooster: Well, you can't go by that. My mother thought me intelligent too.

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& Wooster: But, Jeeves, I...
    Jeeves: Master Blumenfield junior will not detect that I have purchased another dog.
    Wooster: Another dog?
    Jeeves: Except to the eye of love, sir, one Aberdeen Terrier is much like another.


& Wooster: What on earth did she do that for?
    Jeeves: I fancy* she was upset, sir, at the vigour* with which the audience expressed their disapproval of her choice of song.
    Wooster: Now, Jeeves, you're not going to tell me that Miss Bellinger sang Sonny Boy too?
    Jeeves: Yes, sir.
    Wooster: Well, what an extraordinary coincidence!
    Jeeves: Er, not entirely, sir. I took the liberty of accosting Miss Bellinger on her arrival at the hall and saying that Mr Glossop had requested that she sing Sonny Boy as a particular favour to him, sir.
    Wooster: I say, Jeeves!
    Jeeves: Precisely, sir.


-- Dict:
fancy — полагать; предполагать
vigour — сила; энергия


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Jeeves and Wooster 1x1

In Court After the Boat Race (or, Jeeves' Arrival)

Season 1, Episode 1

& Wooster: But I don't want to be molded*! I'm not a jelly*.
    Aunt Agatha: That is a matter of opinion.


& Wooster: Anyway, my plan is to lure* Honoria to the vicinity* of the bridge and then push the little blighter* into the lake! Mr Little will then pop out from the bulrushes* where he's been waiting, rescue Oswald, and have undying love showered upon him by a grateful sister.
    Jeeves: Ahem.
    Wooster: What's the matter, Jeeves?
    Jeeves: I couldn't advise it, sir.
    Wooster: Couldn't advise it? What do you mean, couldn't advise it?
    Jeeves: It's just my opinion, sir, but, your plan has too many imponderables*.
    Wooster: No, no. Only Oswald's going to be imponderable. Im-pond*-erable!
    Jeeves: Thank you, sir, yes. Ahem. And if I might say so, sir, any undertaking that requires the presence of four people in one place at the same time while two of them are unaware of the fact, is fraught* with the possibility of mishap*, sir.


& Wooster: Oh, balderdash*, Jeeves! Not to say, flapdoodle*!
    Jeeves: Very good, sir.
    Wooster: When you've been a little longer in my employ, you will come to understand all my chums* rely heavily on my wisdom and knowledge of human nature in the conduct of their affairs.
    Jeeves: Just as you say.
    Wooster: Not to mention my organizational powers and just plain... thingness.
    Jeeves: Will that be all, sir?

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& Lady Glossop: Do you... work, Mr Wooster?
    Wooster: What, work, as in honest toil*? Hewing the wood and drawing the old wet stuff and so forth?
    Lady Glossop: Quite.
    Wooster: I've known a few people who worked, absolutely swear by it, some of them.


& Lady Glossop: How would you... ever support a wife, Mr Wooster?
    Wooster: Well, it depends on whose wife it was. A bit of gentle pressure beneath the left elbow when crossing a busy street normally fills the bill!


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-- Dict:
lure — завлекать; приманивать
vicinity — окрестности; район
blighter — неприятный человек; нудный человек
bulrush — камыш
imponderables — непредсказуемых
pond — пруд
fraught — чреватый
mishap — несчастье; неудача
balderdash — белиберда; вздор; галиматья
flapdoodle — глупости; чепуха
chum — приятель; закадычный друг
honest toil — честным трудом
molded — лепить
jelly — студень



~ Что-то здесь, конечно, есть. С тех пор (2010 - 1990) сериалы стали снимать иначе, но... Надо смотреть еще.