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Jeeves and Wooster
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| Title: | The Matchmaker |
| Episode Number: | 5 |
| Season: | 1 |
| Season Episode #.: | 5 |
| Original Airdate: | Sunday May 20th, 1990 |
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At home alone while Jeeves is still at Brinkley Court, Bertie is making the best of things, and has almost learned to boil water for tea when Jeeves arrives. Sent by Aunt Dahlia to beg the return of Anatole, Jeeves does his utmost best, and is successful. Bertie determines to return to Brinkley Court with the two.
Once there, however, everything goes wrong; Angela and Tuppy are still not speaking, and Gussie still hasn't proposed to Madeline. Hoping to give Gussie some "Dutch courage", both Bertie and Jeeves spike his morning orange juice. Feeling a little too courageous, Gussie makes a mess of the prize-giving ceremony at the local school, and his romance with Madeline is now on the rocks as well. Things take a turn for disasterous when Madeline decides that she will marry Bertie instead. This calls for the inimitable brain of Jeeves, who comes to the rescue admirably.
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| The song that everyone is dancing to at the end of the episode is Happy Days Are Here Again by Milton Ager (music) and Jack Yellen (lyrics). It was written in 1929, and has been recorded many times by various artists.
| We learn that Barmy Fotheringay-Phipps real first name is Cyril.
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| Jeeves: I was, in fact, sent to try to persuade Monsieur Anatole to return, Sir.
Bertie: Anatole the cook, Jeeves?
Jeeves: Yes, Sir.
Bertie: What, not to persuade me back to Brinkley to restore peace and harmony to the inhabitants?
Jeeves: Mrs. Travers made no mention of it, Sir.
Bertie: Well, of all the nerve, Jeeves! This is what they call gratitude, is it?
Jeeves: I really couldn't say, Sir.
Bertie: Well, I don't think I'm going too far when I say this just about takes the giddy biscuit!
Jeeves: Very good, Sir.
| Bertie: During that sojourn in Cannes, my affections were engaged elsewhere.
Tuppy: What?
Bertie: My affection... engaged elsewhere... during that sojourn.
Tuppy: Well, who was she?
Bertie: My dear Tuppy, does one bandy a woman's name?
Tuppy: Well, one does if one doesn't want one's ruddy head pulled off!
Bertie: Well... right, yes, well, obviously, this is a special case... Madeline Bassett.
Tuppy: You're in love with that weird, god-help-us Bassett?
Bertie: Well, I don't think you should call her a weird god-help-us, Tuppy. Odd in some of her views, perhaps. One does not quite see eye to eye with her in the matter of stars and bunny rabbits; but not a weird god-help-us!
| Jeeves: You consider total abstinence to be a handicap in a gentleman wishing to make a proposal of marriage, Sir?
Bertie: Oh, dash it, Jeeves, use your intelligence! Were it not for the juice of the grape and the grain, weddings would be a thing of the past, proposals but a dim memory. Without it, Jeeves, we babble!
| Bertie: So! It appears that you've gone and got engaged to the Gussie.
Angela: Quite right. We're in love.
Bertie: Oh, come now, Angela. Gussie's... Gussie's a splendid chap in many ways... if you've got a sick newt on your hands, well, Gussie's just the fellow to tell you what to do until the doctor comes. But honestly, old thing, you could fling bricks by the half hour in England's most densely populated districts without hitting one girl willing to become Mrs. Fink-Nottle without general anesthetic.
| Aunt Dahlia: Well, there it is... my only daughter, for whom I had dreamed of a wonderful golden future, is going to marry an inebriated newt-fancier.
Bertie: Well, Aunt-of-my-heart, yes, I can't but agree that things are not too ooh-ja-come-spiff at the moment.
| Jeeves: Supposing, Sir, that in the middle of the night, the fire alarm bell were to ring.
Bertie: Oh, not the fire alarm thing again, Jeeves?
Jeeves: Yes, Sir. As I see it, Sir, the occupants of the house would suppose that a conflagration had broken out.
Bertie: Well, possibly, Jeeves, possibly.
Jeeves: Whereupon, if I'm not mistaken, Mr. Glossop would hasten to save Miss Angela, while Mr. Fink-Nottle would perform the same office for Miss Bassett.
Bertie: This is based on psychology, is it, Jeeves?
Jeeves: Yes, Sir. It is thought to be the instinct of everyone, upon the alarm of fire, to save the object dearest to them.
Bertie: Seems to me there's a grave danger of seeing Tuppy come out carrying a steak and kidney pie.
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| Aunt Dahlia refers to Bertie as "Attila" a few times in this episode; she's likening him to Attila the Hun, the 5th century ruler of the Huns who was known for his cruelty and greed.
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