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All right. She's back.

She's back.

I like them big, you know. She's back.

You don't give any of them to a pound.

She's back.

I could fall madly into bed with her.

She's back.

She's back.

Here's another one.

Here's old John.

Here. Oh, Paulie, look.

No, no, get some polish on that, will you?

He looks like a nice skating rink.

Oh, he's smooth, smooth.

He feels like my wife's bottom.

So it does.

Ladies and gentlemen, hit... The Benny Hill Show.

And here is Benny Hill.

Please don't blame our doggy. It's not his fault at all.

Someone left a wet umbrella standing in the hall.

All together.

Some girls are like Cairo.

Mysterious and hot.

And other girls are like Paris, with all the charming dots. But my girl, she is

like Tibet, with all the exciting snow there. Because everyone knows where it

is, but no one wants to go there.

I like the girls that do, and I like the girls that don't. I like the girls that

will, and I like the girls that won't. But the ones I like the best of all, I

know you'll agree I'm right, is the girl who says she never has, but you often

think she might.

Here we go. And Jackie is a barefoot boy and loves the gypsy life. He also loves

the gypsy girls, but don't you tell his wife. One day he met a gypsy girl who

was so big and round. When standing up, she looked like Harry Sinkham sitting

down.

There's no looking to my eyes and tell me what you see. She said two big fat

gypsy girls and they both look like me. He asked her what her lips were for and

they sat by her head. She said they're there to stop me mouthing and praying

around me.

She said, you give me half a crown and I will read your palm. And then she saw

his love line went halfway up his arm. So now she's changed her prizes,

she's just as willing. It's big fat men at two pounds and her little boys are

shilling.

One day they got married and their honeymoon was faint. In a cottage down

Ilfracombe, which overlooked the rent. He staggered from his bed one day, his

face was thin and lined.

He went over to the window and he went up with the blind.

Oh, Jack went off for roaming soon after they were wed. But wife, she got so

lonesome and she went around with Fred. Oh, Jack, he got to hear of this and

said it's by my daughter. So he flew home by aeroplane and by helicopter.

Thank you, ladies

and gentlemen.

Bless you.

Jolly nice to be back with you again, and very nice indeed to welcome back my

old friend, looking younger and lovelier than ever, Nicholas Park.

I've come along to the studios this evening to find out what new series and

stars that you can see on your television screens in the coming year.

And with me is the chief drama director and dialogue coach, Fred Scuttle.

I shot a arrow into the air.

It fell to earth. I know not where.

There's more bloody arrows that way, sir.

Forgive me, sir. You have to be a bit pottier at Thames, otherwise you go

Mr. Scuttle, you must...

You must find it a great strain, don't you, travelling all over the country,

searching for new talent? I'm never at home, you know, sir. My little boy calls

me Uncle Father.

In the past five years, sir, I have spent two weeks at home with the wife.

weeks. Still a fortnight soon passes, doesn't it, sir?

Mr. Scuttle, what advice would you give to an aspiring young actor? Well, I

would say, sir, speak up.

Enunciate clearly.

Try and emulate Dick Bogard's Dirk -tion.

Dirk Bogard's Dirk -tion.

Yes, yes. I never paraphrase that. No, no. I mean, keep to the script. I mean,

if the script says he was bent on seeing her, then you must say he was bent on

seeing her. Not the sight of her doubled him up. See what I mean? Oh, I see. It

might be funny not to hear it. I tell you, you know, sir, I come into a

rehearsal the other day with this skinny good -natured girl.

Yes. She's wearing a riding hat.

Riding jacket.

Jodhoppers.

Flimso. She comes through the French windows. She says, I have come from the

meat.

I told her, I said, I have come for the meat.

And the props never had it ready.

I said, you're wasting your time, love. I said, get back to the co -op, I said.

I told her. She said, I could study. I said, study is no good. I said, you

study till your googie withers.

I said, you're...

Think about it, think about it.

I think you'll never be a star like her.

Well, Mrs. Cuttle, I feel that I should tell you now. Yes, sir?

It's out.

I beg your pardon, sir?

Your little secret.

My little secret what?

Well, I believe tonight, for the first time, You're going to show us all your

chunky.

My chunky? Yes. Oh, my new debauchery. A discovery.

Yes. Chunky. Yes, indeed. I believe at one time he was a male model.

A very straight one, sir. Yes. No, no.

He never done nude work, sir.

Or surgical appliances.

He wouldn't have any of that, you know, sir. No, no.

Where did you actually find him? In a knacker's yard.

I'll never forget it. He was seated atop an offal vat, sir.

Wearing a dark blue Serge Gainsborough.

Oh, yeah. With a vent up the back.

I think it was Arthur Worsley. I'm not sure.

An immaculate thing. He was immaculate, sir. He really had it made?

Well, it may have been off the peg. You can't tell.

He looked lovely. What is his background?

Well, sir, he was born just outside wedlock.

About a fortnight, I think.

And as a result of a union.

A union, yeah. Yeah, between a Lithuanian bottle importer on the one

on the other hand, a lady welder from Weston.

Superman. I never met her, sir.

And he was an unwanted child, sir, and he was brought up in a nunnery near

Nuneaton. By the mum of Shapiro, sir.

What was his name at this point? Rex Rober.

They wanted a dog, really.

And you renamed him, of course.

Chunky. Chunky.

Chunky. Tell me, is he going to emulate Twiggy?

What?

It's really rather up to him than to eat, isn't it?

He'd be a bit tall for us, though.

I mean, they'd have no one to talk to, wouldn't they? You misunderstand me, Mr.

Scott. What I actually meant was, are you grooming him for television and

Yes, yes, yes. I believe that Raquel Welch once referred to him as tall, dark

and handsome.

Well, either that or taller than the dark handsome.

Or was it tall, dark and hands?

I can't remember. She was running away at the time, sir. It's very difficult to

tell, sir. Yes, of course. But what is it that women find so irresistible about

him? His charisma? His presence?

I don't think he gives them charisma's presence, sir.

I'm more than likely to give them to him, you see, sir.

His personality.

His sex appeal.

Well, sir, it's hard to put your finger on it, sir.

Well, it is for me.

The thing is, it's a coagulation of many things, sir. It's the nonchalant way he

lollops about, sir, quietly doing his own thing.

Because he's completely uninhabited, you know, sir.

He doesn't care. Honestly, if he's got an itch, he'll scratch it, no matter

where it is.

That he happens to be at the time.

Oh, I would say...

In a word, if I had to sum it up in a word, I would say charm, sir. Pure,

unadulterated charm.

Well, I'm sure the viewers are just longing to see him. Why don't you trot

out? He's not a bloody racehorse, you know.

Ladies and gentlemen, I... Do that.

Do it all.

No, don't have it.

I give you the one and only Chunky.

Get back, get back!

Told you before, didn't I? Come out a tantalising bit at a time.

Not one big lossful dollop.

Great tillock.

The man no girl can resist.

Chunky!

lovely wavy hair.

Which one?

You're being cheeky, aren't you?

They are spread thin of a purpose, sir, so that none shall obscure the full

beauty of the other three.

And look at those lips, sir.

Sensuous lips.

The result of playing the pupil of the Boy Scouts for 60 years, sir.

Made for blowing up balloons, they was.

Show them your teeth.

Look at them.

The pride of the opposite, sir.

He's got it all, this kiddo.

Mr... Mr... I'm afraid I must say, I'm not very impressed.

In fact, I think he's rather uncouth.

I'm bleeding couth!

Who are you calling uncouth? I have a bath every month, don't I?

Forget to wax out me ear holes with me little pinky.

When I go down Ballycloth once a week and branch about with all them bleeding

great poops, I can get out of it!

Chunky!

Chunky! Chunky! Chunky! Not the face! Not the face!

A bit of finesse, mate, you know.

Well, I feel like a woman, don't I? So do I, but after the show.

I

haven't

seen his potential yet.

I told you, he doesn't do that kind of work.

You haven't heard his romantic side, have you?

Chunky, say something soft.

and warm and sweet.

And if you say trickle pudding, I'll thump you. Not a fight, not a fight. Go

off you go. Watch this, sir. Watch.

Come out in the garden, darling.

I want the roses to see you.

There, sir.

And he's educated as well, sir.

Chunky, give me two pronouns.

Who, me?

There, what did I tell you?

I'm afraid I must tell you, I don't think there's much future for him in

television. Not yet, sir? No. Well, they'll have to take that offer from

Films, won't they? You see, they're doing George and the Dragon.

Is he going to play some George?

Well, not exactly.

I say, Chunky, have you ever thought about taking up fire eating? Oh, I'd

no beaten dragon! Listen, it's a character part. You'll frighten the life

them. Or wear a mask.

Oh, yes, there's no sense in overdoing it, is there?

Goodbye.

Good night.

Once a month they leave their wives and off they go to St. Oyes.

And there they develop the monumental thirst.

Twelve quarts a man is sunk and they claim not one gets drunk.

But they do admit that once they had one burst.

I don't go with them anymore. I say to myself, what for? Drinking that homemade

wine by my waddy cops?

I say to myself, it tastes like stew and it's a funny colour too. They say, ah,

that'll be the diet of waddy socks.

Once we stopped at a posh hotel, and Sidney says, oh, well, I'll just pop in

get an estimate for a gin and tonic.

Ted says, I'll have a quart. I says, you'll have a half. He says, go on,

make me laugh. That's not what my inside said in chronic.

Inside, we sees Ma tickle, looking like she's weaned on a pickle.

She sneers at Ted, and without any warning, he says, you're ugly, you old

She says, and you're drunk, I'll have you know. He says, I know, but I'll be

sober in the morning.

And there's the landlord's daughter, Gert. Now, she had a nice little bit of

skirt. So to show off, Ted orders up a pint to the best.

He says, and what do you have, my dear? She says, I just have a mouthful of

beer. He says, don't be greedy. You have a pint, same as the rest.

He says, I can't avoid this stuff. I said, be glad when I've had enough.

Then we can all move on to some better plate.

She says, good riddance, because you're too rough.

You don't know when you've had enough. He says, I do. I fall flat on me face.

And they start to have a row. She says, you can't even see straight now.

He says, I can't see straight.

Of course, now I'll shout.

He said, I can see clear as a die. That cat coming in has only got one eye.

She said, that cat ain't coming in, it's going out.

with strong liquor, and he said, I thought he was going to get cross.

But he says, last Sunday I was filled with elation to see you in my

congregation. He says, thank God, I wonder where I was.

Here, that night we was tight as ticks. The next morning, about half past six,

when all was still and no one was about, Wally's uncle Sid lifted up a dustbin

lid and quietly and carefully climbed out.

See, the night before, he'd stripped off, cursed, and then dived in head

You see, he thought he was on the end of the pier.

And a policewoman passed by, and she murmured with a sigh, what a waste, that

one there's good for another year.

Oh, dear, Wal had so much to sup, he woke the landlord up. He phoned him up

quick, and I'll shout, he says we don't open until ten, you can't get in till

then. He says, I don't want to get in, I want to get out.

Oh, Charlie, he got so high, he lay down in his toy next to a pig.

And a passing priest was heard to say, you can tell a man who boozes by the

company he chooses.

And the pig got up and slowly walked away.

Well, I sit here like old Gandhi with me little half a shandy while they lot

goes and drink up halves and eyes.

Because they want... A month each year, they goes off and they disappear and

they goes off on the beer and they leaves behind their darling little wife.

Do you see, some men thirst for knowledge.

Now, that's why they goes to college.

But some need ale and wine to quench their thirst.

But the thirst I like to quench requires the cooperation of a wench.

I wonder which of the little wives I should call on first.

Here he is. Hello,

Ernie. They've all gone off and left you, have they? Here, you're coming

for tea and crumbs.

Oh, I'd like that. Yeah, I'd like that. I'd like that.

Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome the delightful Ladybug.

I feel better for you.

I've only my hair now.

I'm wondering what dress to wear now.

I feel better for you.

And after my coffee

break time...

Neasden, the Shadow Minister for Homes and Gardens, Mr. George Treader, said

that slum dwellings, like those you're seeing on your screens now, are still

being used by many people who are unable to afford the high rents now being

asked.

He also said that he hopes that the government will put its own house in

soon.

We can't get that picture for you.

The opening of Parliament. The Queen, seen here leaving Buckingham Palace,

looking afresh after her recent holiday.

She was helped into the royal coach by Prince Philip.

As he accompanied her on their journey down the Mall, thousands of well

-wishers, many of them tourists, wished her Godspeed.

Yet another eviction in Westminster.

Once again, the sad sight of two young people being evicted.

These young people, defeated by inflation and rising prices, have had to

the house which has been their home for so long.

The young husband has implored his employers for a rise for over a year

his pleas have fallen upon deaf ears.

Prime Minister's tour of the Commonwealth.

Prime Minister, seen here leaving Number 10, was speeded on his way by

Sir Alec Douglas Hume.

Mr Heath said he was taking with him only his personal secretary, whom he

felt would be of much use to him on the long and arduous trip.

Good news for Mr and Mrs Dribble of Bexley Heath. Their young son has been

missing for three weeks, has at last been found.

Seen here, looking quite happy, and none the worse for his ordeal.

What happened to him remains a mystery, as he has not yet learned to talk.

His mother said he deserves to have his bottom smacked, but when he smiles at

me, my heart just melts.

She said this is the last time I let him out on his own.

Muhammad Ali, the ex -world heavyweight champion, takes time out for a little

relaxation.

for taking things easy.

He said he still considered himself the world's number one fighter.

Looking a good deal lighter than of late, he said he was still a fighting

and just waiting to have a go at Joe Frazier.

Mr. Enoch Powell.

Mr. Enoch Powell, seen here, addressing his constituents in Wolverhampton, said

that it is high time

Over to you, Andrew Gardner.

The situation in Ampola remains tense.

Your reporter, Walter Burke.

Walter Burke.

So far, the military coup that was anticipated in the early hours of the

has not transpired. But any moment now, there is bound to be a military coup.

Coup!

However, the president... Magano, so far, refuses offers of assistance and

And we don't want the United Nations from here.

We only talk about peace talks, peace talks, peace talks.

We don't grow peace.

What do we want with peace talks?

We don't want the police government from here either.

Because the High Commissioner there, he's bloody rude. He's a very, very rude

man. He has a lovely wildebeest head hanging on my wall.

And he looked up and he said, he said, there must have come a hell of a bloody

lick to kill his head that fast.

One of my lions.

And he said, it was in self -defense. He made a rug out of it.

He said, it was either him or me.

And I said, well, the lion's made a better bloody rug than you would have

Don't turn this place into a me -mammy beach.

We don't want anything like that.

Because they said it's very ideal.

They said, yes, there's sand for the children, and there's sea for the wife.

said, yes, and there's sharks for the wife's mother. And they told him, you

And I don't remember Americans coming here, exploiting our nature, and ill

-treating our people. Because we don't have things like that.

Get up. Let him move on with you. Get up. What was he going to do?

We don't want exploiting our natives or anything like that, you see.

And we don't want any of those pygmies coming up with the border and invading

us. We want to keep ourselves several from the pygmies.

Because, you see, the Ampola is a very, very tall, very proud warrior.

The Ampola is very, very tall, seven feet tall. And he doesn't want a little

pygmy woman sticking her nose into his business.

That's not the problem.

That's not the problem.

Some of these little pygmy women, they have been having affairs with our big

warriors. I don't know who's been putting them up to it.

The British language, as we know it, is in danger of becoming extinct.

That is the opinion given today by Professor Herman Gruth at the South

University.

Good evening, gentlemen and lady bodies, and a very special welcome to all the

British people.

who are at this moment sitting together in the privy of their own homes, washing

this television shower.

Don't worry, I have been modelling up these British phrases of a purpose, in

order to illustrate to you the anomalies and complexities of the British

language. For instance, I speak English fluidly. My wife, however, does not. But

I cannot leave her behind alone.

I cannot leave her behind alone.

I cannot leave her behind alone in Germany.

Therefore, I have devised a method of speaking English utilizing only the

letters of the alphabet. For instance, my wife could not write to her penny

friend, Oh, Elsie, I envy you. You are in Essex, and I am in Essen. But she

could write it this way.

O -L -C -I -N -V -U -U -R -N -S -X -N -I -M

-N -S -N.

Many learned professors have said that this is not applicable to everybody. To

them, I say, go and get connoted. Go and get dupe.

All I have to write is a short play utilizing only the letters of the

Here it is.

Listen carefully now.

P -R -T -V -Z -B -D -A

-Y -U -N -U -R -I -B -P -C -A -B -B -T.

Oh, you are, are you?

I -B -N -U -B -I -B -I -M -R -T -G -C -O -C -I -D.

Okay? Oh, wow. Oh.

Oh, I see.

F -B -I -A.

UFO.

Oh, UFO.

Y. Oh, X -G -I -A. I see.

A. Oh, T.

P.

W.

I see.

Oh, Z -I -M. O -D -D.

N -E -I -D -R -Y.

Oh, I see.

Hey, Marty.

Oh. Hey, Marty.

O -P -O.

P .O.? P .O.! You, P .O.!

See? Oh, I see.

An F .E .G.

T .P .F .N.? Why?

An enemy.

Ah.

H .P.? M .N .X.? O .K.?

Hey, Artie!

Eh?

S .E .O .K.?

Oh, G.

G -B -H.

R -I -P.

K -G -B.

Hello, hello.

I see.

O -M -T.

F -A.

I see.

An anemone.

You okay?

I have an allergy.

You have an allergy?

I have, I have.

You okay?

Okay. Hello, hello, hello.

Oh, hello. I see.

I see. And you are?

I -V -O -D.

I -V -D.

Oh. I -V -O -D.

S -U. I. I see. And M?

E -N -O -B -N.

E -N -O -B -N.

I see.

S -B -O -O -P -U.

I -L -B -N -J -L.

And I -L -B -N -X -D -C.

Someday. Mother Angel.

Mother, my darling.

Mother Treasure.

I'll thump that old crow in a minute.

Mother!

I'm in here, dear.

You're not on the throne again.

No, dear, why are you?

You're not allowed to. I'm the only one allowed to use that throne, because I'm

the king. That's because why.

Now, Mother, how do you stand out the invitations to my wedding?

Duchess of Langley on the list? Because she hasn't been invited, Mother. That's

because why not?

I mean, look what happened to my birthday party. She sat next to me at

and all the time she kept breaking, making very strange noises.

Well, she could now pick.

I know, but she kept looking at me as if I'd done it.

I had to pretend it was my chair scraping on the floor.

Put me right off my marmalade, it did.

What's that you've got there?

It's a French book, Mother. I'm learning to parley bufrante.

Whatever for?

sacred blue, mother.

I'm marrying a French girl on Friday morning.

Friday afternoon, I'll... Well, Friday evening anyway.

I mean, we'd be having our cocoa together.

How can I tell her it's too hot or not sweet enough if I can't party the lingo

and then nip off down to the kitchen and tell the chef to prepare a nice feast?

And I don't want no more of those suet dumplings like we had on my birthday.

They were like cannonballs.

Oh, they did give me shit, they did.

What is it, Crawlers? What do you want? The clothes.

The clothes for the royal couple for the ceremony. What about afterwards?

After? When we go to bed, what are we going to wear in bed? Oh, for the royal

boudoir. Well, we thought something like this.

See how daringly it is cut.

It's elating, the word, isn't it?

It clings most sensuously to every subtle curve of the body. That deep,

neckline.

Heavily embroidered with the most delicate lace.

I can hardly wait.

And made of silk so fine as to be almost transparent.

Lovely. What's she going to wear?

We thought something like that. We thought something like that. That'll do.

Listen, I'm going to go and study my form today now, and I don't want to be

disturbed, OK?

A plot,

my lord.

A plot to kill the king.

Well, come on, man, out with it. What is it? The king's cousin Catherine,

Duchess of Whitworth, is this day sending an invitation for His Majesty to

wine with her.

And there, within the castle walls, is the assassination to take place.

Leave us!

Do you realize what this means?

With the king out of the way and not yet married, she is next in line for the

throne. We must stop the invitation reaching the king. No, wait. How long

the king and his cousin last met?

About ten years. Why?

Ah, then if we could send someone to her who was not the king but yet looked

like the king, dressed like the king, and even talked like the king. Ah, but

could we find such a man?

We can but try.

Come.

So are we the conspirators and scoundrels?

countryside. They searched the cities and the towns, the hamlets far and wide.

Then they contrasted by the manor on the Wessex beach.

The living image of the king in everything but speech.

How now, brown cow.

How now, brown cow.

How now, brown cow.

That's very good. You're learning.

or anything like that in no time at all, you'll be able to say it as I do.

How now, brown cow?

I'm going to have a job getting that into a conversation, though, isn't I?

But all right, all right, let's try it.

That's a nice, light pike handle.

That's a nice, light pike handle.

That's a nice,

light pike handle.

That's a nice, light pike handle. That's a nice light pie candle.

That's a nice light pie candle!

No, no, no, the king doesn't speak like that. The king speaks like this.

That's a nice light pie candle.

He must talk funny if he talks like that.

That's a nice light pie candle.

Bye, George. He's got it. Oh.

The crow goes to the treetop. The duck goes to the water.

Lord Albert...

His Majesty the King and Lord Albert.

Henry, come and kiss your cousin.

Are you sure it's all right, Mitty?

Your Grace. What?

Say, Your Grace.

For what I am about to receive by the Lord, David, you see what you're kicking

me for.

Remember what I told you. How now, brown cow?

has a great sense of humour.

Henry, come sit over here and take some wine with me. Yes, His Majesty would

like some wine. He's had a very tiring journey.

You may leave us now, Lord Albert.

Very good, Your Grace.

Goodbye, Your Majesty.

It's been very nice knowing you.

No, I think I'd better go to the bathroom because I had a rather long

come in here.

Yes, well, it's straight along the corridor. You can't miss it.

I should try not to.

Well, it won't be long now.

Her gracious majesty, Queen Catherine.

I like it.

Cousin, how lovely to see you.

Oh, it didn't take you long.

No, well, I was on horseback, wasn't I?

All the time, you know.

As soon as I found it, I was in like a shot, you know.

Oh, not half, yes. Like the wind I was. I don't think they wanted me to find it.

Find what? The invitation. No, thanks. I never touch wine. You know that. I'd

better go and see if my horse is all right. I shan't be a jinx.

Well, if you won't take the poison in the drink, I suppose I'd better poison

food.

There. Enough to kill a regiment.

That's better.

How was it?

Thank you very much.

You know, you shouldn't leave it out in the cold too long.

I think no such thing. You're going potty. You are. I'd better nip down the

apothecary and get you something to eat. No, no, really.

Oh, dear.

This isn't what I planned at all.

There.

He's all right now.

I give him a rubdown with a curry comb.

And put his nose bag on.

What, the apothecary? The apothecary. Are you all right?

You look a bit strange. You'd better have one of my little...

Pounders, I give them to my horse. They're very good. You get that down and

you'll be all right.

No! Come on, I just... Are you that big? Do you beat it?

So late into the evening Continued the defeat A dead man...

Your Majesty.

Yeah, for a little while at Whitworth Castle, I thought I wasn't going to make

it, you know.

And to such an exquisite bride.

Oh, my word, yes.

Darling, it's nine o 'clock. I think it's time I retire.

Retired? We've only just started. I mean, I haven't even... Oh, I see. Nine

'clock. Nine, eight.

You're late.

Don't be late, darling. I won't.

Oh, I'm going to be enjoying being married to her.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, more of those awful moments of television.

When things don't go quite the way that has been planned in the first place.

Incidentally, it's not just in this country that these things happen, as

happen all over the world. And in fact, we're going to show you something.

Whether you live in a castle in Cairns, a mason in Maidstone, or a shed in

Sheffield, I'm sure you've never seen anything more attractive than this.

Of course, all big cities have their problems. Here are a couple of brisk

They're nothing surmountable. You see, the road from Bath... Ouch!

Your little doll needs winding up.

You need just a little winding up.

You filthy, dirty rock. Oh, mate, what do you think you're doing? You're always

doing that.

Lionel Blair was just the same. I'm going to see equity about you.

What have I done? I wasn't winding her up, David, honestly.

I'm not like that.

And here is Miss Dimpton on sea.

Oh, ben non!

Oh, ça alors!

Ben, ils sont tous des poufs, ici.

Qu 'est -ce que dit pouf? Je ne suis pas comme ça.

Wie alt ist dieser Mann?

20 Jahre?

21 Jahre?

Nein, er hat zwei Kinder.

Aber Herr Otto Stück...

You look so young.

Oh, thank you very much. What do you use?

No, soap and water.

Water? Oh, balm olive.

I always use balm olive. That makes my skin so soft and so smooth.

And so... Ah!

You have to be a father!

You're a real fool!

We're not going to... No!

Huh?

that before. I really am going to see equity about you.

I didn't do anything, David. Honestly, it wasn't my fault.

Yes,

this is the soap for you. So always look for the name on the wrapper.

Oh, my God. Harry!

Well, gee, it's the only way she can hold it.

Well... Use the stand -in's hand and do a close -up. Now, come on, let's make

pictures. Okay, baby, come on.

Yes, this is the soap for you. So always look for the name on the wrapper.

Oh, my God!

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you very much.

And we look forward to seeing you all again very soon.

Until then, bye -bye.