All language subtitles for A Bit Of Fry And Laurie S02E02

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Now, er...

good evening.

Good evening. Good
evening. Good evening.

Good, to some extent,
evening, ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome to
tonight's programme.

As some of you are
probably aware,

the political and sexual
climate in this country

has led to many large
institutions, like the BBC,

being forced to look
elsewhere for their funding.

Fun-ding.

And we are particularly
excited here to be able to say

that this show comes to you in
association with Tideymans Carpets.

Tideymans carpets resist
stains and repel spills.

They're regarded as a
major step forward in the

history of business
sponsorship of the arts.

Only Tideymans can do this.

But we don't want you to run away thinking
that in any way our editorial independence

has been compromised here at A
Bit of Fry and Tideymans Carpets.

Bet you can't eat three.

So without any further ado,

here is the first item
in tonight's programme.

And it's called quite simply,
"The spillage that wasn't."

Shut the door, Rufus, old scout.

Oh, righto, Pater.

Fancy a quick hundred up?

Oh, absolutely, Governor.

Ladies won't miss us
for half an hour, right?

Rather not.

- I'll break off.
- Mmm.

Nice girl, this Helena.

Oh, damn, hell and custard.

Yes, she's a ripper,
Father, an absolute ripper.

Yes, yes.

Good, erm, good set
of breasts to her.

Oh, yes.

Fine curving arse.

- Yes, she has got a nice arse, hasn't she?
- Mmm.

The thing is, Rufus, old scout.

Erm, you getting
married and so on,

I thought it was time we raised
this whole subject of women.

Oh, blimey.

Are you expecting
to have children?

- Oh, I should say so, Pater, yes.
- Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Now, I haven't raised this
subject with you before, Rufus,

but have you ever wondered
how you came to be born?

Oh, well, I just sort of
assumed, Pater, you know,

that one day you put your
penis inside Mama's vagina

and inseminated her ovaries.

Yes. Yes, that is what
we told you, isn't it?

The thing is, Rufus, it's actually
a spot more complicated than that.

- Complicated?
- Hmm.

Yes, I'm afraid all that stuff about
penises was just a lot of old pretending.

So... So, what exactly...?

Well, it's not easy,
this, you know?

- Well, have a stab at it, Pater.
- Hmm.

Erm, I know.

Stroke the table.

- Stroke the table?
- Stroke the table.

Is this strictly
relevant, Pater?

Come on, man. What
does it remind you of?

- Billiard table.
- And?

Well, nothing.

- Unless, you mean...?
- Go on!

Of course, the lush, velvety
texture of a Tideymans carpet.

Good man! I knew you'd
get there in the end.

Pater, how does having a Tideymans
carpet help you to have children?

Are you completely stupid?

Yes.

If you haven't got a Tideymans
carpet, you can't do any kissing,

and kissing makes babies.

But, Pater, I still
don't understand.

How does a Tideymans
carpet help you to snog?

Think, you jillock.

Of course! Sucking
a Tideymans carpet

removes the stale unpleasant mouth odours
that stop others from Frenching you.

Quite right.

- I got it in one, eh, Pater?
- Hmm.

Now, wrap your laughing
gear round this

and then wrap it round Helena.

Just you try and stop me, Pater.

Ah, that's my boy.

Well, I was born Mary Patterson,

but then I married, and naturally
I took my husband's name,

so now I'm Neil Patterson.

I said, "Well, if God loves me, he's got
a funny way of showing it, hasn't he?"

That's shut him up,
Pope or no Pope.

Now, it may not be a very
popular or fashionable view,

but I do believe that everyone should
be forced to wear flared trousers.

Hello, Control, I
was just wondering...

Oh.

Hello, this is the
Secret Service.

No, I'm afraid Control's not in at
the moment. Who is this, please?

Ah, hello, Mrs Control.

No, I don't know where he is.

Yes, it's very strange.

I just popped in to ask him
if he'd like a cup of coffee

because it's nearly 11:00,
and there's no one here.

I agree with you, Mrs Control,
that he'll probably turn up. Bye.

Hello, Tony.

Ah, Control,
I was just beginning to worry.

Oh?

Yes, Mrs Control has just
been on the telephone.

And between me and Mrs Control, neither
of us seem to know where you were.

Well, let me explain, Tony.

But before I do that,

let me ask you if you notice
anything unusual about the office?

The window.

Of course, the window always used
to be slightly further to the left.

Not quite, Tony.

Oh, it was a bit of
a guess, actually.

I do remember that we did
talk about moving the window,

but, if you recall, I asked you to make
a feasibility study into the whole thing,

but I then had to make the
rather difficult decision

that that particular game
just wasn't worth the candle.

What's actually different about the
window, Tony, is that it's open.

So it is, Control.

Is this in some way connected to your
not having been in the office earlier on?

Yes, you see, I fell
out of the window.

Gosh, Control,
I can only say how sorry I am

and ask whether you
were hurt in any way.

To my surprise, Tony, I was
not hurt in any way at all.

Well, that is something
of a blessing.

Yes, that's right.

Because one of the other things about
being Control, I've always thought,

is that your office
is on the sixth floor.

So that in the event of
something like this happening,

you have got slightly
further to fall

than if you were in the Records department,

who are located on the
first floor of this building.

Very similar thoughts were
going through my mind, Tony,

as I travelled towards the
pavement with gathering speed.

But, Control, how did this
whole sorry business come about?

Well, Tony, I've got
a confession to make.

You see, one of the
things I like to do

before you very kindly
bring me my morning coffee

is to feed the pigeons who
perch on the windowsill.

Control, I can't say I'm
altogether surprised.

There had been some rumours
in the canteen to that effect.

Well, I'm glad to be able to silence
those wagging tongues once and for all.

I do feed the pigeons,

and it was while doing so this
morning that I fell out of the window.

Control, I think I
can picture the scene.

Here you were at the window,

so engrossed in
what you were doing

that you neglected
not to fall out of it.

Am I pretty near the mark?

- Spot on, Tony.
- Hmm.

Well, I'll tell you another thing, Control,
that's resulted from this adventure.

It's past 11:00 and you've
not had your coffee.

Oh! It never rains but
it pours, eh, Tony?

Yes, Control, but quite often it
rains and pours at the same time.

Uhn. Tell you what, Tony.

On your way to the
coffee-making area,

perhaps you could ask Valerie
kindly to pop outside and apologise

to an old lady who was selling
flowers outside the main entrance.

I'll certainly do that, Control.

Did she happen to be the
unlucky one who broke your fall?

No, she was fortunate
in that respect, Tony,

but she might be a little bit upset that
my fall was broken by her small grandson.

Well, fair enough, Control.

I expect that in that case, she'd
welcome a cup of coffee too.

Good thinking, Tony.

Oh, now come on, Simon.

You've caused enough
trouble today.

You're not getting
a single seed.

Oh, all right, then.

There you are.

Bo!

You see, you've got
an aura around you.

We all, we all of us... We
all have auras round us.

Now, I can tell from your aura
that you're wearing shoes.

Am I right?

Now, it's our firm belief here
on A Bit of Fry and Laurie,

married to a passionate
girl from Stockton-on-Tees,

that there is a right way and
a wrong way to do everything.

So, now I and my
partner-in-crime, Hugh Laurie...

I call him my partner-in-crime,
but we don't

actually commit crimes
together of any kind.

That's just... That's just a ghastly
and unacceptable phrase I like to use.

So, I and my, as I say,
partner-in-crime...

would now like to show you the
right way and the wrong way

to deal with a couple of young children
who've come round on Halloween,

a- trick-or-treating.

Right, all we've gotta do now is
wait for the doorbell to ring.

Right.

Er, nice carpet,
Hugh. Tideymans?

Well, who else? If
you'll pardon the pun.

What pun?

Oh, wasn't there one? I'm sorry.

- Ah!
- Ha!

Trick or treat, mister.

- Ah! Trick or treat.
- Trick or treat.

So tell me, Steve, did we prepare
a bag of jellybeans out back?

We most certainly did,
I'll go fetch them.

So, young shaver snapper, do
you like football, do you?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Do you fancy Arsenal this year?

No way. I quite fancy
me sister, though.

Here we are, then.

There you go. Enjoy those.

- Catch you guys later, all right.
- All right.

- Bye.
- Bye-bye.

That was, of course, ladies
and gentlemen, the wrong way.

- The wrong way!
- Wrong way!

- Wrong way!
- Wrong way!

We're now gonna show
you the right way.

Trick or treat, mister.

- What?
- What?

- What did you say?
- Trick or treat.

- Trick or treat?
- Ugh! Ugh!

- Come here. You come here now.
- What are you talking about?

This is England, not America.
What are you talking about?

This is not America!

We call it the Tideymans test,

because only Tideymans
carpets have the absorbency

and luxurious shag pile bounce

that can cushion a fall from
even the highest of buildings.

So if those two children had landed
15 feet further to the right,

their lives would
have been saved.

Isn't it time you started thinking
about a Tideymans in your life?

The deep shag that
really satisfies.

Oh, I do beg your pardon.

Ha!

Play it again, Sam.

- Well, that is brilliant, that.
- Thank you.

Play it again, Sam.

Yes.

Yeah, I used to play the
piano, but I gave it up.

- Really?
- Yeah, 'cause you...

You have to practise
a lot, don't you?

That's quite right.

Yeah, it's all the
practising. I couldn't take that.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I'll tell you what,
do you know that...?

What's that song, Strangers in
the Night? Do you know that one?

- Strangers in the Night?
- Yeah.

- Yes, yes.
- Oh, go on, play that one.

Okay, it's Strangers
in the Night.

He's playing it. Go on.

Oh, nice, yes.

♪ Some enchanted evening

♪ You... ♪

That's actually
a different song.

- What is?
- "Some enchanted evening"

comes from a song called
Some Enchanted Evening.

- No, it doesn't.
- Yes, it does.

♪ Strangers in the night ♪

Yeah, which one do you want?

No, Strangers in the
Night, go on. Off you go.

♪ Strangers in the night ♪

What are the words to it?

- "Exchanging glances."
- Exchanging glances, got it.

All right, off you go. Go on.

♪ Strangers in the night,
exchanging glances ♪

No, that's too high. Do it
down there. Do it down there.

♪ Strange...♪

That's it. Yeah, go on.

♪ Strangers in the night ♪

♪ Exchanging...♪

Oh, I'll tell you what,
what's that other one?

Erm, it goes...

♪ La de-di-da de-di-da

♪ My pretty one ♪

I don't think I know that one.

Oh, you know. You must know that
one. Everyone knows that one.

I'll sing it for you.
You follow along with me.

♪ La di-de-da di-de-da... ♪

Go on. Yes, that's it.

♪ La di-de-da

♪ My pretty one ♪

Oh, it's brilliant, that one.
Who wrote that one? Er...

- You did, I think.
- No, no.

No, I tell you
what. Look, I'll...

You shift up. You shift up, and
I'll play, 'cause I do actually...

No, I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you what. I'll play you this one,
'cause this is absolutely my favourite one.

Do you know this one?
It goes... All right.

- It's Beethoven, that is.
- Is it? Is it, really?

Always makes me very sad.

Yes, I could weep.

Berlin in 1924 was a
shattered and divided city.

No city for lovers.

If Clarissa and I had known how brief
our moments together were to be,

perhaps we would
have spent the time

in the pension in the
Friedrichstrasse with more care.

But lovers are traditionally
careless of time.

- And what it...
- Tell you what. Tell you what.

Do you know this one?

Oh, no, I absolutely, absolutely
swear by these things.

Okay, ask me anything.

Ask me the time of day in Adelaide,
anything, any... Tell you what.

I'll tell you what I'm doing
on the 3rd of August, 1997.

There, you see? Nothing.

What? What?

Ah, we return to some form
of consciousness, eh, Major?

What? Where?

You must forgive the rough
methods of my colleagues,

they are barbarians, barbarians.

They have no finesse,
it grieves me to say.

Where the hell am I?

You're fond of Matisse, Major?

Such bold strokes of the
brush, such masterly control.

What were you doing so far
in front of your own lines?

What was the purpose
of your operation?

Donaldson, Eric. Major.

Serial number 64003...

Oh, come, come, Major. You can
do so much better than that,

you know, really,
so much better.

That's all you're
getting out of me.

Such a pity that our
two nations are at war.

We have so much in
common, you know?

Tell me, please, when is
planned the invasion of France?

Do you think I know that?

And do you think if I did
know, that I would tell... you?

Oh, my God.

What is the matter, please?

You! I can't believe it!

You are not believing
what, please?

You, you're so, so beautiful.

What are you saying?

That it should happen here and
now, of all times and all places.

This is it! I... I
just can't believe it.

You're the most fantastic and attractive
creature I've ever laid eyes upon.

Now, now. No. Don't... Don't
play games with me, Major.

Games? Games? This is no game.

This is the realest thing
that's ever happened to me.

Where have you been all my
life, you gorgeous darling?

Now sit down, Major.

Your eyes, they light up when
you're angry. Did you know that?

Now, look.

There's so much
time to make up for.

I don't know anything about you.
I don't know your name, your...

Hauptsturmführer
Friedrich von Stoltz.

Friedrich. Yes! I
like that, Friedrich.

Major, have you taken
leave of your senses?

Yes! Yes, I have.

For the first time in my life, I've
taken leave of my senses, and I love it!

Did anyone ever tell you, you have
the sweetest, silliest little nose,

and the biggest, bluest eyes?

Now, I am going to give you one
last warning, Major Donaldson.

Get that arse!

Friedrich, Friedrich, that has got
to be the cutest little bum ever.

No, no. Now, listen.
Enough, Major, enough.

Maybe... Ha! Yes.

Maybe you are playing on me some
of your English senses of humour.

- But, you know...
- Oh, that accent.

It's so dreamy you could bathe in
it. Kiss me, Friedikins, kiss me now.

When is planned the invasion?

Oh, who cares about a
stupid little invasion?

I do.

Oh, all right, then.
6th of June, Normandy.

But that doesn't matter. What matters
is that we've found each other.

6th of June, Normandy.

Yes. Now, honey, don't you
think that deserves a kiss?

Well, maybe just a little one.

Well... Oh, Christ,
I've left the iron on.

Cheers, Keith.
Thanks for your time.

- Damn it!
- What?

It's pretty much
as we feared, John.

- Yeah?
- Only a whole heap worse.

Suppose you start
from the beginning.

Not much to say. Seems that...

Seems that 20 minutes ago, our time,
Derwent Enterprises went into liquidation.

What?

Keith called a couple of
hours ago from Helsinki.

But that was Keith
just now, surely.

Yeah, just now, our time, but he
called a couple of hours ago, his time.

And he called to say that
Derwent had gone under?

- That's right.
- Damn!

Damn it to damnation!

Damn, double damn and an
extra slice of double damn.

Who else knows this?

Well, it's gonna be all around
town before you can say,

"Hell, triple blast and
damn it to Hades twice."

Hell, triple blast
and damn it to Had...

Yup? Derek knows.

Damn it!

Christ, if they pull in their options,
it doesn't bear thinking about.

This whole health club
could go belly up.

Right. I wanna know
who's behind them.

I wanna know who's
pulling the strings.

I wanna know what in
hell's name is going on.

Damn it, John, I do
believe you're scared.

You're damn right I'm scared.

I sense Marjorie's hand in this.

Marjorie?

I never told you this, Peter,
but after Marjorie left me,

I settled a block of
shares on her and the boy.

Shares in the health club? Were
you out of your goddamn mind?

In the club, no.

No, I knew I couldn't trust her
there, but I gave her shares in D-Tec.

- And you think...
- Think? I don't think anything.

There isn't time to think.
There's only time to act.

But is Marjorie really capable of
pulling a scrimshaw trick like this?

Hell, Marjorie would float her own
grandmother as a holding corporation

and strip her bare of preference
stock if she thought it would hurt me.

Three pints of damn and
a chaser of hell blast.

What about the boy, John?

The boy is Dennis, Peter.

No, no. What about
the boy, John?

You leave the boy out of
this. He's just a boy.

There's something I've always wondered,
John.

- Yeah?
- How the boy...

ended up living with
Marjorie after the divorce?

The court ruled that I
was violent and unstable.

An unfit father.

Well, that's a damn joke, John.

If they could have seen how
you've parented this company.

Yeah, well, Marjorie told them a story
about how one night I'd been working late.

I came home, and I sensed
in Marjorie's eyes and voice

a sneering, a
mocking, I don't know.

I suppose I must have flipped. I
emptied a bowl of trifle all over her.

So, she got custody.

Very.

Well, it must have hurt, John.

Must have hurt,
not being able to watch Dennis grow up.

Hurt, no. No, the boy
means nothing to me now.

Oh, yeah, John? Oh, yeah?

So how come every
year on his birthday

you take him down to London
to see Phantom Of The Opera?

I do that because I hate him.

Well, fair enough.

But I give Marjorie
due warning this day.

If she wants a fight, then
by arse she's gonna get one.

- And the prize, John?
- It's as big as they get, Peter.

The entire leisure market in the Uttoxeter
catchment area goes to the winner.

No strings attached.

Why can't you leave me alone?

John, what was it you once
said to me about perspective?

I seem to remember
asking how it was spelt.

No, no. After that.

What are you trying
to say to me, Peter?

I'm saying...

I'm saying, damn it, I'm here.

Marjorie's, well, 150
miles away, her time.

And, well, if you and I,
we can't fight this

bastard, son of a mongrel,
hellcat bitch,

well, then we aren't the team that
weathered the Tideymans crisis

and came up smelling of
roses. That's what I'm saying.

Damn it, Peter, you're right.

Call Ipswich now, your time,

and tell them that Derwent
Enterprises or no Derwent Enterprises,

this health club is in
business and stays in business.

- And if Marjorie should call, John?
- Marjorie? Never heard of her.

Damn it, John, I love
it when you're flying.

Right, Sarah, get in a pot of hot,
strong coffee and a dozen memo pads.

Right. Let's get the hell out
of here before they arrive.

- Damn!
- Damn!

Oh, this is, er...?

This is one of them hidden
camera things, is it?

No? Oh, well, 'cause I was gonna say,
it's not very well hidden, is it?

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
we're very excited.

- We're very excited, aren't we, Hugh?
- Yes.

We're certainly tremendously excited.
Shall I tell them or will you?

I think you'd better tell them because
I don't know what you're going to say.

Well, ladies and gentlemen,

our final item this evening,
our end sketch, has been stolen.

- Stolen?
- Mmm, by Omar Sharif.

- Again? God!
- Yes.

Well, I say stolen. I lost it
to him in a game of backgammon.

And even as we speak, he's
using it as his end sketch

in Monaco TV's Omar
Sharif Comedy Hour.

So that means we're going to have to
improvise our end sketch this week.

Ah, well now, you see, now
I know why you were excited.

Because, of course, improvisation is
very much the coming thing, isn't it?

That's right, that's
right. Everybody's at it.

Apparently David
Vine, "The Guv'nor"...

Even David Vine improvises.

- Has been for years.
- Mmm-hmm.

- So does Mike Smith.
- That's right.

Everything that The
Guv'nor and Smitty say

just comes to them off
the top of their brains.

- Frightening.
- Mmm.

Now, in order to prove to you

that the sketch we're going to end this
evening with is totally improvised,

we're going to ask you, the
audience, to give us, the us,

some kind of first line on which
we can build our improvised sketch.

That's right, and to give you some idea of
a suitable sort of thing for a first line,

we're going to show you
some first lines from the

A Bit of Fry and Laurie
First Line Archive.

Erm... has Deborah
Munnings arrived yet?

Yes, I'd like to apply to
become a homosexual, please.

- I didn't know you had spots.
- I haven't, just great looking hair.

♪ When somebody loves you

♪ It's no good unless
they love you ♪

Well, perhaps I can press you to a cream
slice, as I once said to an actress.

Has Deborah Munnings
arrived yet?

So if any of you have any ideas
for first lines of sketches

- that we can improvise, well, hit us now.
- Anybody?

Hit us hard. The first line.
Some first line that we can weave

some kind of magic around.

First line. Yes?

Do you sell grapefruit?

- Do you sell grapefruit?
- Do you sell grapefruit?

Well, it's a...

We can weave a pretty tantalising
spell around that one.

- Okay, we'll try this.
- Christ, yes. Fabulous. Whoo!

- All right.
- All right, so, ladies and gentlemen,

we now present our improvised sketch
entitled "Do You Sell Grapefruit?"

Yes, I'm hot for this.
Hot, hot, hottie.

Right. All right, okay.

What?

I'll be the grapefruit
seller, you be the customer.

Oh, right. Yes, okay,
right. Let's go. Right.

Wait a minute. What do I say?

- You make it up as you go along.
- Oh, I make it up as I go along, yes.

Oh, I'm excited about
this. Yes, right, okay.

Do you sell any grapefruit?

Yes.

Right, I'll have three, please.

They're 14 pence each.

- Here's 50p.
- Thank you.

Here's 8p change and
your grapefruits.

Thank you.

- Well, we just made that one up!
- That's amazing.

- All up.
- Every word of it.

Unbelievable.

- We're very excited about it.
- Oh, yes, yes.

Well, seeing as being
as how we're on a roll,

- does anybody have any other suggestions at all?
- Any more first lines?

You're wearing my hat.

- Well, yes, there could be something there.
- Good one. Any others?

Bugger off!

- Bugger off.
- Bugger off, now...

- It's not really a line, is it?
- No, it's more of a sort of idea, really.

- It's quite a good idea, though, isn't it?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Should we do it?
- Let's do it.

- We'll do it. We'll do it, right.
- Okay.

- Nice jacket. Tideymans?
- No, Allied.