All language subtitles for The Two Ronnies s08e01

Good evening. It's wonderful to be back
with you again, isn't it, Ronnie? Indeed

it is. And in a packed programme
tonight, we shall be meeting the Irish

has never found a hair on her husband's
coat and thinks he's having an affair

with a bald woman.

We'll be meeting Egbert Grove.

Britain's worst train driver, who was
today disciplined by the Railways Board

for taking his train through a red light
at the junction of Tottenham Court Road

and Oxford Service.

But first, the news. The Sheffield woman
who has been trying out the new roast

beef flavoured pill announced today that
she's got a Yorkshire pudding in the

oven. In Israel tennis championships
this week, a Surrey engine driver was

forced to retire from the mixed doubles
after a low ball in the Midland region

left his services severely disrupted.

A government spokesman said today that
Britain will be playing her part in the

new NATO defence package. We should be
supplying the brown paper and string.

The Department of Fair Trading has been
called in to investigate the latest sing

-along a Max concert after complaints
that Max Bygraves got paid £9 ,000 and

audience did most of the singing.

The Metropolitan Police today deny that
prisoners in their custody are

excessively pampered. This follows
yesterday's report.

that a man was hustled out of New
Scotland Yard with an electric blanket

his head.

Bendini, the circus acrobat, who claims
he can make love on a curtain rail,

appeared in court today charged with
attempting to drape three women.

We've now a sketch featuring Mr Ronnie
Corbett, who was late for work today. He

was cleaning out the budgie cage and the
door slammed on him.

And so to our first contender. Good
evening, your name please.

Good evening.

In your first heat, your chosen subject
was answering questions before they were

asked. This time, you have chosen to
answer the question before last each

Is that correct?

Charlie Smithers.

And your time starts now. What is
paleontology?

Yes, absolutely correct.

What's the name of the directory that
lists members of the peerage?

A study of old fossils.

Correct. Who are Len Murray and Sir
Geoffrey Howe?

Birks.

Correct. What is the difference between
a donkey and an ass?

One's a trade union leader, the other's
a member of the cabinet.

Hold on.

Complete the quotation, to be or not to
be?

They're both the same. Correct.

What is Bernard Manning famous for?

That is the question.

Who is the present Archbishop of
Canterbury?

He is a fat man who tells blue jokes.

Correct.

What do people kneel on in church?

The Right Reverend Robert Runcie.

Correct. What do tarantulas prey on?

Hyssocks.

Correct.

What would you use a ripcord to pull
open?

Large flies.

Correct. What sort of a person lived in
Bedlam?

A parachute.

Correct. What is a jockstrap? A nutcase.

Correct.

For what purpose would a decorator use
methylene

chlorides? A form of athletic support.

Correct. What did Henri de Toulouse
-Lautrec do?

Paint strippers.

Correct. Who is Dean Martin?

He's a kind of artist.

Yes. What sort of artist?

That's near enough.

What make of vehicle is the standard
London bus?

A singer. Correct.

In 1892, Brandon Thomas wrote a famous
long -running English farce. What was

British Zealand.

Correct. Complete the following
quotation... I started so I'd finish.

the following quotation about Mrs.
Thatcher.

Her heart may be in the right place, but
her... Charlie's aunt. Correct.

Good evening.

I'm the Fuzz.

I'm actually a plainclothes officer, but
today's my day off.

Now, where I work, at Marylebone Police
Station, we have the worst crime record

in the country.

At least we used to have before somebody
stole it.

It was Shaw Taylor singing Give Me Five
Minutes More.

And that's where you come in. Now, the
crime figures in Britain today make

pretty grim reading. Now, you just
listen to this.

In Pinner, last weekend, a store was
broken into and a large quantity of eye

drops were stolen.

Detectives are looking for someone with
very sore eyes.

Next day, a large quantity of pear drops
were stolen and detectives are now

looking for a nude lady who plays the
accordion.

Now, if you recognise this joke or can
give information about the comedian who

stole it, Let us know at once. In the
meantime, here is a very rough identikit

of his name.

But our problems don't end there. We in
the police force are perilously

understaffed, and we need recruits fast.

But remember, we do insist on stiff
requirements.

So if you've got a stiff requirement,
you're just the man we're looking for.

As you've probably heard, we no longer
accept men under six foot. Why not?

it's too much trouble digging them up,
for one thing.

Remember also that there is a minimum
leg requirement, namely two.

Or four, if you want to join the police
dog section.

In Marylebone, we have a very fine dog
section.

My own police dog, Fang, can be relied
upon to do his duty around the clock.

And sometimes round the leg of the
dining room table.

Now, if you don't fancy becoming a talk
handler, there's always the policewomen.

Now... To become a policewoman, you'll
have to be in pretty good shape.

Preferably this shape.

Here we see a lady chief inspector with
the flying squad.

And there are her sweeney boppers.

Now, at police college, you will be
taught the basic rudiments of the job.

Essential things every policeman must
know, like how to wear a helmet. Now,

is a lot easier.

Now,

this is a lot easier.

Now, this is a lot easier than it
sounds.

Now, here we see the wrong way to wear a
helmet.

Sorry, silly that. No use at all. But
worn correctly, a police helmet will

considerable protection where you need
it most.

Also, at police college, you will be put
on a three -week crash course to learn

the police telephone number. Now, this
number is specially designed to be so

simple that only a complete simpleton
could ever forget it. The number is, of

course... I've got it written down on a
piece of paper here somewhere.

Oh, yes, of course, 666.

This is not to be confused, of course,
with calling 999, which is something my

German au pair does in the back seat of
the Mini.

also be fully schooled in the oriental
martial arts. Now, this means that when

an eight -foot skinhead comes at you
with a chainsaw, you simply position

body so as to counterbalance the net
mass of your opponent and by a subtle

of your fulcrum, reduce his overall
angular momentum.

If this fails, kick him in the conkers.

You can also be taught how to deal with
shoplifters. Now, some shoplifters use

some pretty ingenious methods. I once
had cause to approach a woman who I was

pretty certain and been smuggling out
bars of soap down the front of her

Eventually, of course, she made a clean
breast of it.

Now, if you join the drug squad, you'll
need to identify certain suspicious

substances, like, for instance,
marijuana.

There's one.

Cross between a marrow and a banana.

You will also have to deal with cement
sniffers.

That's glue sniffers who've moved on to
the hard stuff.

Our next track, which brings us to
drunken drivers. Now here, here we have

new breathalyzer bag.

Very simple to operate. All you do is to
press your mouth to this bit here.

And if you enjoy

it, you're drunk.

Finally, if you would like to join the
police force, you've got an O -level in

brain surgery and stand six foot in your
stocking feet or five foot eleven in

fishnet tights, then write for your
application form. Now, one final word of

warning. When you do join up, the gents
at Scotland Yard has only just been

repainted, so mind how you go. Good
night.

You reckon we'll have longer now than we
used to?

Oh, undoubtedly, yes.

I never lived so long in my life.

It's because they've gone back to the
breastfeeding, you know. Oh?

Well, mother's milk's much better than
cow's milk.

How do you reckon that, then?

Well, it's always fresh when the cat
can't get at it.

And it comes in handy little containers.

Yeah. And you don't have to leave them
out for the milkman.

The woman next door does.

Baby cried the day the circus came to
town.

Cause she didn't want the rage of
passing by her.

So she painted on a smile and took up
with some clown.

And danced without a net.

Like me

Baby saw the day they pulled the big top
down.

Left behind her dreams among the litter.

And the different kind of love she
thought she found.

With nothing more than sawdust and some
glitter.

But baby can.

She had the finest teacher that to me

The dateline is 2012.

England is in the grip of a new regime
of terror.

Traditionally a land of brave heroes and
great statesmen, Nelson, Wellington,

Disraeli, Churchill.

Britain now laboured under the yoke of a
power guaranteed to strike fear into

the hearts of all men. The country is
being run by women.

It all started with Margaret Thatcher.

Housewives all over England, delighted
at her rise to power, voted more and

women in and more and more men out.

A few years later, the Germaine Greer
knicker uprising made 1984 a far more

terrifying year than even George Orwell
predicted.

Men's clubs were abolished, gentlemen's
toilets closed, creating widespread

distress among thinking and drinking men
everywhere.

Gay libbers naturally were the first to
go to the wall.

The advance of feminism was by now
making itself felt in public and

spheres. Names of buildings were
changed.

The Houses of Parliament were still the
Houses of Parliament, but immediately

the all -woman government took over. Big
Ben was renamed Big Brenda.

By 1998, the newly formed State Police
had established their headquarters in

old Tower of London.

This historic fortress, with its grisly
associations of torture and executions,

had been given the name of a former folk
heroine and was now known to all and

sundry as Barbara Castle.

The state police marched around the
country in squads.

They were omnipotent and carried all
before them.

Quite a lot behind them as well.

It had become, in short, an England
completely dominated by the female sex.

Even the Union Jack had now become the
Union Jill, a sad travesty of its former

self.

Women were the breadwinners. They gave
the orders. They made the decisions.

They were the union leaders, the
captains of industry.

And the men?

Well, let's start with this one.

Because it has indeed been.

Really.

Cartwright, J .W.

He is employed as a tea boy at the
secret police headquarters in Barbara

He has a pass with his photograph on it,
pinned to his overall.

He lives in a two -roomed flat in
Perryvale, and he is the worm that is

turn.

His main adversary, everybody's main
adversary, was the commander of the

police, a woman with an iron will and
underwear to match.

Now, ladies, it has been suggested by
certain opposition factions... that

men should once again be allowed to
revert to wearing trousers.

And I can see that to you, as well as to
me, this whole concept is unthinkable.

They must be kept in frocks if we are to
retain the control which we have fought

so hard to achieve.

Trousers have always been the symbol of
the male overlord. Here in England...

Trousers were traditionally always worn
by the head of the family.

In those olden days, all women had an
image of their perfect man.

Nice strong black one for you, wasn't
it?

And yet, deep down, there was always a
resentment. A spirit of rebellion which

was ready at any time to burst to the
surface. When our mothers and

burnt their bras way back in the 70s,
what did this reveal?

Nothing at all for you, as far as I
remember.

It revealed that at last women, the
creators of life, the protectors of the

young, the guardians of the future, were
ready to assume the mantle of

leadership. The masterstroke, however,
was to insist on the changeover in

traditional dress.

Once the men had to wear the frocks,
they were subjugated.

As soon as we took their trousers away,
they were putty in our hands.

After all, what did they have left?

Two lumps and a sponge finger.

While on the other side of London,
another downtrodden male goes about his

everyday chores, only half conscious of
the seeds of rebellion which are growing

inside him.

Oh, it's you, Janet.

Yeah, how are you?

No, no, no, not at all, no, no. Just
doing a bit of housework.

Yeah. I don't know why I bother either.

Yes, I work and slave to keep it all
clean and tidy. She just comes home,

down in an armchair, falls asleep in
front of the television set.

Just broken two of my blasted
fingernails as well.

Look, are you coming round as usual this
afternoon?

Well, yes, I've made a cake.

No, no, nothing fancy, no, just a plain
one.

Well, I've got to watch the old figure.

I can't get into that blue dress she
bought me for my birthday. Right.

Okay, see you later. Bye.

Oh, damn.

New pair on this morning.

Let me take your coat. Oh.

Well, how are you, Betty, old chap?

Oh, fine, fine, mustn't bother.

Sit down.

Thank you. Nice cup of tea.

Oh, you've changed the curtains, haven't
you? Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, before I forget, the drama club have
been on, and they said, would I be in

this year's production again? I said, I
would if you would. I presume you would,

wouldn't you? Oh, rather, yes. Wouldn't
miss that for work.

What is it?

Well, of course, you know they've made
them change the titles of all the plays

that have sexual connotations.

Oh, they're not doing Juno and the
Peahen?

No.

Moby Dillis?

No, you remember the one that used to be
called Little Women? Well, now it's

called Little Men.

You'd be good for the leading, actually.

Which part is that?

Arthur, the eldest daughter.

Oh, it gets so complicated.

Betty, old chap, I'm in trouble.

In trouble?

Don't tell me John's pregnant.

No, no.

No, it's just that I'm being spied on at
work.

What, at the castle?

I think the secret police have heard
about my collection of chauvinistic

I'm sure that house is going to be
searched any moment.

We'll have to get rid of them.

Can't you see? Not before Thursday.

You know, I'm having the private show in
the auction rooms.

It'll be the last, because it's just
getting too risky. Did you know that you

can get three months' hard labour for
showing a Humphrey Bogart?

So, you want me to spread the word to
the rest of the lads, eh?

Yes, if you would, in the secret code,
tell them Sewing Circle meets on

Thursday, as usual. Same place.

Does he mind you using his auction
rooms?

Who, Greta? No, he's a great chap,
Greta. He'd give you the dress off his

if you asked.

Right, so if it happens, I should be
seeing some of the lads in the morning.

really? Why, are you going to keep fit?

No, having my roots done.

Susan, give Cheryl a knock, will you,
damned old fools? There's a deck of the

post. No, no.

Come in.

Cheryl.

Oh.

Showing evening Thursday, all right?

Oh, good, good.

Oh, Thursday.

Huh.

My wife goes out with her boozing pals.

Pass it on, will you? Yeah.

Gracie. Gracie.

I think we can turn things on.

Annie, what the devil are you doing
here, old boy?

Police.

who are the police looking for?

Will Janet be discovered?

Will the policewoman see him? Or will
the vanishing cream do the trick?

Is Betty a man to be trusted?

Find out next week in another exciting
episode of The Worm That Turned.

What? Now you told me the doctor said
you could only have two points a day.

That's right, yeah.

Well, your missus tells me you have half
a dozen.

Yeah, that's right, yeah.

How come?

Well, I went to two other doctors and
they both are laying me two points.

No, it's pretty kind.

I'll have a pint of... What, a pint of
mard? No, a pint of... A pint of bitter?

No, a pint of... A pint of mard and
bitter? No, a pint of shandy. Oh, a pint

shandy. A pint of shandy, Jack, will
you?

I haven't seen you in here lately.

No, as a matter of fact, I've been
off... Off on holiday, have you? No,

Off beer, have you? No, um... Off
colour.

Off colour?

What's been the matter with you, then?

Well, I happened at work, got these
strange feelings in my... In your

No, in my... What, in your back?

No, in my... In your side?

No, in my... In your backside?

What sort of feelings? Well, it happened
in the canteen, you know.

I was sitting opposite this woman and
she got one of those... Look in her eye.

No, one of those... What, hourglass
figures?

No, apple turnovers.

So she got this apple turnover and she
kept... Turned it over?

No, she kept toying with it. Oh, toying
with it, yeah.

Oh, there we are.

Thank you, Jack. Thank you very much.
Cheers, cheers. Yeah, cheers, cheers.

Anyway, as I say, we were sitting
opposite each other at this little

Yeah. And I suddenly felt her... Her
hand on your knee.

No.

Her hand on your other knee. No.

What did you feel then? What's she got
her hand on? What did you feel then? No,

no, no.

No. No, well, I felt... I felt her
looking at me, you know.

I could tell she fancied me, you know.
We got chatting about this, about

gardening and all that. Oh, yeah, yeah.
And it came up in a conversation that

I'm very good on... On the lawn.

No.

On Friday nights.

Now, I'm very good on pest control.

Oh, I hear you.

So she said to me, what are you doing
this afternoon?

I said, oh, I should very probably be
out shopping because the wife will be

resting in bed with her... With any
luck.

No.

No, with her trouble. Oh.

What trouble's she got then?

Well, ever since she worked at a Greek
restaurant, she's had bad... Bad habits.

No, bad... Bad breath. No, bad... Bad
feet.

Oh, has she?

Yeah. So... She says, look, she says,
you come round. I could sunbathe in the

patio, she says. Yeah. And you could
look at my big, um... Big what?

Big what?

Begonia.

Well,

at first I refused because I was a bit
taken aback, you know. Yeah. I said, no,

I couldn't. I said, because I didn't
have a long enough, um... What?

I didn't have a long enough, um... What,

a spray or what? No, no.

No, a long enough shopping list to be
away that long.

I went, cos she pleaded with me, didn't
she? She pleaded with me. She said if I

didn't go round there, she'd be lying
there all afternoon on her... On her

No, on her... On her front. No, on
her... On her begonias.

No,

on her own. On her own.

So there she was in her sun suit and we
wandered about and everything, and I

suddenly said to her, I said, I would
like to kiss you, I said. Well, she

immediately got on her... Hands and
knees.

No, on her eye holes. Oh, her eye holes.

She said, sir... She said, I think
you're a little, um... A little raver?

A little drunk?

No, a little premature.

Oh, a little premature drunk.

She said, I've only known you an hour,
she said. You'll have to wait another

minutes.

Then she went indoors, you know. Oh,
yeah, yeah.

Well, I stayed behind and tidied up the
rockery and that kind of thing. Then I

went indoors, and there she was, waiting
for me in the hall. In the hall

together?

In the hall of the house. Oh.

Well, a nice time was that by all, and
afterwards she gave me a round of... A

round of applause?

A round of... A round of golf? No, a
round of toast, a cup of tea. Oh.

When I got home, I was very worried.
Why, why?

Well, I thought the wife had found out.
I walked in. Do you know what she gave

me? What?

The moment I walked in the door, she
gave me a bunch of... A bunch of Pfizer,

I'm afraid.

No, a bunch of begonias.

Thank

you.

Tonight, as a slight change of policy,
I'm going to tell a new joke.

In fact, this joke is so new, I haven't
even heard it myself yet.

Which has been, because, well, it's been
a very busy, somewhat distressing week

at home this week.

For a start, our own little boy was very
upset over the news that the new train

set we bought him for his birthday had
been cancelled due to staff shortages.

So by way of a reparation, on Monday
afternoon, I said I'd mend

his little dinky car.

you know, a little bit unfortunate as it
turned out because at one point the

jack gave way and I was pinned to the
carpet.

So suddenly, suddenly, in rushed my
wife.

She said to me, she said to me, tiddles,
she said.

Tiddles, she said. She's got a shocking
memory for faces.

Tiddles, she said.

She said, in fact, she's got such a bad
memory for faces, on three occasions

this week she put lipstick and eyeshadow
on the milkman.

Or at least that's what he told the
judge. Anyway.

Tiddles, she said.

I've just had two nasty accidents, she
said, in the car. Tiddles.

She said, first I backed into a
lamppost, then I knocked down a keep

and then I ran right over Arthur
Scargill.

I said, just a minute, that's three
accidents.

She said, no, only two accidents.

Thank you, Tories. Anyway, on to this
joke, the one I haven't heard. Remember?

I wonder what it came to me about.

It's exciting, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Now, I do know that it all takes place
on board a ship.

The captain was a very strange piece of
work.

He had a very rough, old, wooden leg,
you know.

A habit of sitting down and blistering
his barnacles.

Mind you, he certainly knew...

He certainly knew how to throw a party.
Good heavens. Food, drink, women, music.

You hardly noticed that we're missing.

Although on the last party he threw,
I'll be honest, things did get a bit out

hand. I remember I was sitting in the
corner.

We were well into injury time.

I was sitting there, still feeling
rather groggy after sampling the crow's

soup.

It was quite obvious that the captain
had had one or two.

I blame the drink myself.

Most of the crew were in a somewhat
amphibious condition, singing songs like

in the mood for love and it's
impossible.

When all at once one of the lady
passengers leapt up onto the table and

our very eyes proceeded to put away half
a pint of lager, got half drunk, took

half of her clothes off, then attempted,
half attempted really, to sing half of

a dirty rugby song.

ended up making a complete monocle of
herself.

It takes a little while, that one,
doesn't it?

Disgusting behaviour for a woman of 30,
I thought. I was so shocked, I almost

dropped my Polaroid camera.

Which, by strange coincidence, has
nothing whatsoever to do with the joke,

which, as I say, takes place on board
this American naval destroyer.

Where there's an urgent message that's
just come through on the radio to say

that the father of sub -lieutenant Hiram
J.

Hennessy has just passed away.

Everybody went quiet with that name. Has
just passed away at his home in

Seattle. And the rear admiral calls the
captain and he says, you're Hennessy's

immediate commanding officer. I think
you should be the one to tell him.

So the captain, it's rather good that
way.

So the captain.

The captain radios through to Hennessy,
who is down at the engine room, as

delicately as he can. He says, as
delicately as he can, he breaks the

news. He said, Hennessy, your old man
has snuffed it over and out.

Well, the rear admiral overhearing this
is disgusted.

I am disgusted, he said.

There you are. What did I tell you? I
told you.

He said, that was the most heartless
thing I have ever witnessed.

When you're telling someone like that
something of great urgency, you have to

it gently.

Use the personal touch.

Soften the blow for the poor fellow. So
as luck would have it, or chance, a day

later, another message comes through,
this time for petty officer

Schultzenheimer, to say that his mother
has just passed away.

Actually, she was so upset by the death
of R .M .G. Energy's father.

She decided life wasn't worth living
anymore.

Once again, it falls to the captain to
break the news. So remembering what he'd

been told, he decides to try a different
approach. Instead of going straight to

Schultzenheimer, he puts out a special
order that at 1800 hours for all the men

to assemble on deck. And when they're
all there lined up in front of him, he

calls for silence. He says, right.

He said, all those with mothers step
forward.

Not so fast, Schultzenheimer.

I got the loot. I got the gat. I got the
outfit.

I got the stout fit. Every well -dressed
gangster wears.

They call me Al.

They call me Spatz. But if a pal, she
call me Pats. He'll get the packet, the

wooden jacket.

Every well -dressed gangster wears.

We're just your friendly neighborhood.

So the big shots disagree.

We rule the block with a big knock
-knock and a little rat -a -tat from me.

We got the boots.

We got the jets.

There's Al Capone in Alcatraz. He's in
the plane kit, the ball and chain kit,

every well -dressed gangster wears.

If you want someone bumped, if you want
a fella dumped and dumped, if you want

your grandma thumped, fat son of a guy.

If you've got nagging wives, Interflora
can improve their lives.

But who sends a bunch of fives? Fat son
of a guy.

When a guy's got a beef at the butcher.

Or the bills that the dentist has
billed. Then we give a chop to the

And the dentist is gonna get filled.

If you desire a gent.

And a little journey should be sent.

Get wrapped in fresh cement.

That's another guy.

Yes, we're in the gambling racket.

And we play the fruit machine.

Oh, the jackpot comes when you get three
plums, but we just get tangerines.

Yes, we're in the numbers racket, and
the quick returns are nice.

It's ten on three with Wang Haile, but
all we get is two flied lice.

If you want a little first -rate brandy,
Napoleon is A -OK.

But if you want to pick a bootleg
liquor, the Wellington has got bouquet.

Yes, we're in the moonshine racket, and
we brew the bathtub gin.

But it rots the chrome when it starts to
foam, because the lifebuoy's so

filling, you know.

Midnight through to afternoon, we play
blackjack and pontoon. Playing alcafoni

when the lolly isn't phony, then you
really got a twist off us.

If you want to make a buck, can't afford
to dress to luck.

So I have a dozen aces in some funny
little places. You really got a grist or

bust? I'm playing poker with some big
joker with every hand he scores.

This vigilante says, up the ante, and I
reply, oh, no, up yours.

You lose a name of past.

She was sweet, but she was flat.

Patty's looking better with a cushion up
her sweater. Now, you really got a

grist or a bust?

When the gunman meets a piece of sky,
then the guy used to do the dirt, shoots

the cups upon his Sunday shirt, cause
it's Valentine's Day today.

When a guy in Sing Sing starts to smile
cause he's got a cake that's full of

fire, then he'll soon be shooting down
the aisle, cause it's Valentine's Day

today. When the fellas in Chicago took a
beating, Al Capone had a party for the

lot, he took a load of whiskey to the
meeting.

As they lined up in the back street
yards, Al Capone winked at all his

And each time, boys, they got their
cards. On Valentine's Day today.

Hey there, cutie.

You're amazing.

You're a beauty.

You're a big success. You're a real
princess.

You're the valentine girl.

or small or sassy.

Though you're five foot one, though
you're half a ton, you're about time to

for me.

Well, that's about all we have time for
tonight, but before we go, a few late

items of news.

There was good news today for Inigo
Limpet of Gay Lib when he qualified as a

doctor. He aims to be a queer nose and
throat specialist.

Latest on the bullion robbery, at
Wandsworth Police Station, a man who's

as a post and doesn't speak English,
with a terrible stutter, bad breath and

squeaky shoes, is not helping the police
with their inquiries. One little bit.

Finally, Royston Kildare, the Dewsbury
man who wants various parts of his body

to be used in transplant operations, was
out practising this morning. He offered

his seat to a woman on the bus.

Next week, we'll be meeting the man who
only three months ago went into business

making miniaturised pocket calculators.
And things are already going so well

that he's looking for smaller premises.

having a word with the secretary who
made love to her boss on a Sunday and

him the time and a half of his life.

Until then, it's goodnight from me. And
it's goodnight from him. Goodnight.