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- Sit down.
-what?

Just sit, okay?

It will be like always...

He'll slate and say sound first,
you say rolling, he'll slate...

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's common practice

for the authors of books
to write a foreword to their work.

Perhaps not because

they want to explain to slow-witted
readers the meaning of their work,

but to give them
a key for reading their book.

Whether sitting down
with a cup of coffee,

or lying on a beach

under an open umbrella,

or under a blanket,
holding a flashlight.

Sometimes a foreword
also talks about

how the book was created.

So why not have one
in a film as well?

Cut.

- It's okay, it's...
- He doesn't say "sound."

- That "rolling" is there?
- It's there.

- Then it's fine.
- It kind of doesn't make sense.

The whole thing doesn't make sense.
How do you want it to make sense?

The Čapek Brothers wrote
the "The Insect Play" in 1924.

At that time Adolf Hitler
was sitting in a Munich pub,

drinking beer and crossing Jewish
ancestors off his family tree.

And the Georga-mordo Jughashvili
was just taking on Lenin's legacy,

only so he could later
turn it into one big gulag.

So the play was not yet supposed
to be a political satire.

It was pure juvenile misanthropism.

No wonder the Czech flag-wavers,

who had not yet sobered up from the
euphoria of newly gained independence,

scolded the Čapeks
for their inappropriate pessimism.

And the young brothers listened.

They wrote an optimistic
ending to the play.

Oh, what a lovely day.

A day the chickenshit
was probably born,

which later in the Czech lands
came into monstrous bloom

and became the main
Czech national attribute.

But that's not what our film
is about. what is it about then?

I don't know. I wrote the script
just as it came out of me,

in one go,
just like automatic writing.

That's the only... No.

But that's not what our film
is about. what is it about then?

I don't know. I wrote the script
just as it came out of me,

in one go,
just like automatic writing.

Without any rational or moral...

Fuck.

Without any rational
or moral control.

That's the only way you can avoid

the messianic temptation
of great artists

to reform humankind, to improve,

to warn, to refine.

Won't work. Read Freud.

The only good answer to the cruelty
of life is the scorn of imagination,

as one Czech decadent poet
would put it.

Can anyone tell me what's up
with those damn dung-beetles?

- Should've been here ten minutes ago.
- Klásková's done her back in.

Bunch of slackers!

Can't work like this!

One, two, three.

Five minutes more,
then I'm sending you home.

Three minutes.

Two minutes.

Thirty seconds.

- You're exactly thirty minutes late.
- Twenty-two.

This is unacceptable, Karel.

I'll be forced to give
your part to someone else.

- Don't make such a big thing of it.
- Before, it was 15 minutes, today 30.

Twenty-two.

Next time it'll be an hour.

- How will the others feel about it?
- I have other commitments.

Other commitments! You think the rest
of us don't have any, or what?

Klásková stays home in bed,
you have commitments!

- And why isn't Tramp here?
- Alois said to send his apologies.

Has to wait for the mailman.
Expecting a package from home.

This is terrific, just great!

Some fuckin' food package
means more to him than...

If you can't be bothered we can call
the whole thing off. I don't care.

I'm happy to devote my time
to something more worthwhile.

And what might that be?

Where's my knave, my fool?

You should've let him.

I brought this,

so you can see what, or who,
you're supposed to be playing.

Insect populations were most numerous
and diverse in the Tertiary Era,

whereas Homo sapiens did not emerge
until sometime during the Quaternary.

- So it is much older than us.
-who is?

Insect!

Which one is the dung-beetle?

That one.

This one?

No. That one!

Can't you recognize a dung-beetle?
It's the one with the ball.

But you were pointing at that one.

Let me see.

Who is it who can tell me who I am?

Yuck. ugh.

Now that we've had such
a nice talk about the insects,

we should also say a few words
about the play's authors.

Of all the Čapek Brothers' plays,

The Insect Play was perhaps
the most misunderstood.

In particular, it was thought
to be overly pessimistic.

The Čapek Brothers took
the criticism to heart.

I don't get it, why did they
suddenly wimp out

and give the play a new,
more optimistic ending.

Although nobody forced them to.

I can't help it
but they were chickenshit.

They wanted to please the crowd,

they wanted to be
good Masaryk boys...

-very nice.
- Thank you.

I guess you're wondering which version
I've chosen for our production.

Optimistic or pessimistic?

Not trying to simplify things,

I see no point in fake heroics.

The director should serve
the author, or authors, in this case.

They changed the ending,
so who am I to argue?

After all, they are
the great Čapek Brothers, right?

Having clarified that point, we can
proceed to the work of the actor.

As you all know, I am a believer
in the Stanislavsky Method.

I admit it may no longer
be in vogue,

but in my view
no one has yet come up

with a more comprehensive,
effective and profound approach.

- And you keep splitting it.
- Divide it among all... Yes.

And you should show it
with your every look.

Yes, a bit more...

And it escalates
with the script, okay?

The expression was good,
I just felt,

-as if you were mainly talking to...
- Rose.

-...someone here, and no one's here.
- I see, I thought Rose...

- Rose is here.
-so Rose is...

But it looked like here...
so if it's Rose, then you...

- Rose on the left, Budai on the right.
- I see, he's on the right, right?

So there and also at Borovička.
Divide it fairly.

Action!

Having clarified that point, we can
proceed to the work of the actor.

As you all know, I am a believer
in the Stanislavsky Method.

I admit it may no longer
be in vogue,

but in my view
no one has yet come up

with a more comprehensive,
effective and profound approach.

Take his principle of the actor
getting inside his character.

Fuck this!
what's the matter with you?

Here I am doing my best to explain...

we might as well have stayed at home,
tucked in bed, waiting for a package.

How now! Are the horses ready?
so what shall we rehearse today?

It's okay, František.
I wasn't talking to you.

You sleep. I'll let you know.

Turn to Act II, page 31.

Tramp isn't here.
He's expecting a package.

We'll skip his part!

Mrs Dung-beetle
has an attack of lumbago.

But Mr Dung-beetle is here.

Dung-beetle!

Dung-beetle!

Here!

Jitka, can you read Mrs Dung-beetle's
lines instead of Miss Klásková?

Mi-mi-mi-mi...

Quiet please,
ladies and gentlemen, let's begin.

A big ball of dung rolls onstage,
pushed by Mr and Mrs Dung-beetle.

A big ball of dung,
pushed by Mr and Mrs Dung-beetle.

Going alright?

You are a Dung-beetle, yes?

I... I... I...

The, the earth is bursting!

I, I am being born!

The great adventure begins!

Let me.

Here.

A big ball of dung rolls onstage,
pushed by Mr and Mrs Dung-beetle.

Go-going alright. Yes?

Oh, our little dung ball!
uh-oh. oopsie, you scared me!

All right now, darling?
our, our precious little ball!

Aha - hahaha, ha,

our capital!

Our shining pi-pile of ordure!

Our go-golden one!

Our wo-world!

You beautiful pile of droppings, our
treasure, our ball of lovely dung,

our nest egg.

Our joy and happiness!

How we've scrimped

and saved to come by it!

How we've toiled and moiled

and seen it grow,

bit by smelly bit...

On our feet all day raking
in hundreds of tiny piles...

Before we moulded you
and shaped you,

filled you in, rounded you out.

What?

- Where's the director?
- You should go and apologize.

Me? Who to?

What for?

Go get it ready!

I don't dream and when I do,
I don't remember it.

Sometimes I dream of
missing a rehearsal

or a performance, or I don't know
my lines on the stage.

They are depressing
and paranoid dreams,

but they're not really
worth writing down.

Listen Patrick,
I'd like to apologize.

You see...

my wife wanted me in the garden...
so I had to...

can't you take the time to look at it?
At least 15 minutes a day.

That was terrible.
What did you do in school?

You can't even read.

Have you thought about joining
a model-building club instead?

Sticking plastic planes
together... ships.

No. You know, Patrick,

I love acting, I really do.
I'll get better.

There's lots of time before opening
night. I'll rehearse every day.

I'll memorize it.

You'll see, you'll be happy
with me in the end.

I don't know, Borovička...

You know what? Find a quiet corner
and learn your lines.

I doubt Miss Klásková
will turn up anyway,

so we'll skip your scene today
and do it next time. Okay?

Page 41. Mr and Mrs Cricket...

I'll tell you what.
Let's try it onstage.

Cut!

Isn't it too bright in the back?

Mr and Mrs cricket on stage.

You will say: Action!
Then put your glasses on,

and come straight out
with your first line.

Not on camera.
we'll do the whole thing later,

with you running out and dancing...

By the way,
forget your acting training...

we never had any.

Forget your acting experience,
the more pathetic, the better.

I always read all my lines...

You do that and leave your
emotions out of it if you can.

Glasses.

Action!

Look out, darling,
mind you don't stumble.

Here we are. Here we are.
This is our home, our new little home.

Tralala, tralala,
tralala, tralala... Now.

Tralala, tralala... Now.

Tralala, tralala,
tralala, tralala...

shit!

Careful! Are you alright?

This must go
or someone will break their neck.

Can't that stupid thing be moved
at least 20 centimetres?

Never mind that
and stick to the text.

No, cricket. Don't be absurd!

But darling, you must be careful,
when you're expecting.

How come you're not pregnant?

- What are you talking about?
-where's your cushion?

I thought that since
it's just a rehearsal...

Leave the thinking to me.
cushion!

It's fine to own something.

A little property,
the dream of a lifetime,

our little piece of dung,
our life.

It's fine to own something.

Is this our new home?

There.

Our little nest, our villa,
our little residence, hehe!

Hehehe, hehehe,
hehehe, hehehe.

Will it be dry? who built it?

Goodness me,
another cricket lived here. Hehehe.

I see. And why did he move?

He moved - yes, he moved.

And do you know where? Guess.

Hehehe.

I don't know. God, you take
so long to say anything.

Come on, cricket, tell me!

Well, yesterday a butcher bird
pinned him on a thorn!

I'm telling you, dearest.

Through and through!

Just imagine! There he was twitching
his little legs in the air like this.

Ow, ow. see?

Ow, ow, ow...

Hehehe!

And he's still alive. Hehehe!

Still alive?

Ha. How horrible!

Oh, how lucky we are!
Tra-la-la...

You say he's still...
twitching his little legs?

Now, now, don't cry.

Show me,
how is he twitching his legs?

Like this. Hehehe!

That must be funny!

There, you see? No more tears!

Not bad, given it's the first time
we've run through the scene. Break.

I direct it like an animated film.
or puppet theatre.

Short takes,
minimal movement of the camera,

stylized acting, no psychology.

As if the actors had wires attached
to the head and strings on the arms.

Rose, I love you.
You were terrific.

You really think so?

You hungry, Miss?

Goodness, no! I couldn't possibly.
I'm on a strict diet,

fighting this fat!

That's a real shame! You're not
doing yourself a favour, Miss.

Jitka. My name's Jitka.

That's your best feature, Jitka.

This is Jitka.

No, we won't give it to her.

You'll take a bite, wash it down.
we must have a beer here.

Yes, yes...

You're eating and eyeing Jitka up,

discreetly.

And it's not...

It's basically
a cold look of a cannibal.

No showing any fondness, okay?

You want to know
how much it will yield.

- Those few pounds of flesh.
- Okay.

You have such delicate hands.

I'm sure you could never hurt
any woman.

Rosie, does he hit you much
because of me?

Václav! come here!

Oh, never mind him!

Look, václav...
Instead of just hanging around,

why don't you go and check
the new props they brought yesterday?

They're back there in a trunk.

- The beer's not here.
- That's what we keep saying.

Jeez, pour some beer now,
I have the roach in my hand.

I'm sorry... They're working on it.
You can put it back...

I'm not putting it back,
but hurry up.

Pour the beer now.

Why is it non-alcoholic?
so it doesn't get drunk?

I don't know what's up.

Here it is.

- What did you do with it?
-we used non-alcoholic beer.

- Why is the foam so high?
- It'll go down in a minute.

More like half an hour.
It's biting my finger.

- Can I put it in?
- Yes.

So what?

One, two, action!

Come look at it.
I think it's good.

- Okay, fine.
- Really?

- Looks pretty real.
- Kind of like it's...

Let's see if we can get her
to eat it so she can throw it up.

We must warm it up for her.

It's rolled oats,
frozen vegetables, all good stuff.

She must be there when it's made,

so she doesn't throw up
before she throws it up.

- For your Mummy, for your Daddy.
- For Bobby.

Don't worry, Mr Švankmajer,
there's enough.

- It'd be good if it fell on its back.
- It's...

I live in St. Vitus cathedral.

There's a grass gallery, kind of
like a garden bed with a railing,

a river runs by,

and I'm taking my clothes off,
getting ready for bed.

And then I notice I have
a mouse tick biting me here.

So I pull it off,
throw it down the drain

and want to flush it,
but it's impossible,

because that mouse tick is full,
it stinks so badly

and I'm so worried
it will burst and multiply.

It's fine to own something,

a little property,
the dream of a lifetime.

It's fine to own something, a little
property, the dream of a lifetime.

Our little piece of dung, our life.

I'm quite wild with joy.
I'm mad with joy.

I swear, I'm quite mad!

My little ball!
My little ball!

Okay, everyone, back to work.
Mr and Mrs cricket onstage, please.

Who are you?

My eyes are none o' th' best.

We'll furnish this place beautifully.

And as soon as we can afford it,
we'll put up some...

-curtains?
-curtains too, of course.

Hehehe, the curtains of course!
How clever of you!

Give me a kiss!

Oh come on!
Don't be silly!

Of course I'm silly!

Cricket, I feel peculiar...

Dearest! Don't tell me...
your time has come?

How come
you're not pregnant again?

OK, I forgot. sorry.

Well...

Go back to I feel peculiar.

Go.

Cricket, I feel peculiar...

Dearest! Don't tell me...
your time has come?

Don't say, you naughty cricket!
I'm frightened.

What's there to be afraid of?
Any little lady can do it.

How can you talk like that! Tell me,
cricket, will you always love me?

Of course I will, sweetie-pie.

Now, now, don't cry.

Guess what I've bought?

Now where did I...

Quick! show me! show me!

Oh, isn't that lovely?
Give it here, cricket!

- Little cricket's born, hurrah...
- Give it to me!

See his Mum and proud Papa,

sing to him
and chirp and cheep

to lull the little one to sleep!

Bugs!

What's all the fuss?

That was there before.

My little ball.

My little ball.

My little ball,
my little ball,

my little ball.

You won't be laughing soon.

Well, how do you feel today?

Er, fine.

Fine? That's fine.

Little cricket's born, hurrah!

See his Mum and proud Papa

sing to him and chirp and cheep...

stop! You're not
fuckin' pregnant again!

That's the third time today.
What are you thinking about?

Certainly not that!

Carry on.

Little cricket's born, hurrah!

See his Mum and proud Papa

sing to him and chirp and cheep...

- Tralala...
- Now.

Stop!

Come on, you can't be serious!
This is a pivotal scene in the play.

We want the audience choking
with suspense and horror.

We want the women fainting.

One more time.

And look scarier.

Remember you're a murderous
sabre wasp attacking its prey.

Behave like one. Don't be afraid
to give that knife a good shove.

Ready?

Go!

Little cricket's born, hurrah!

See his Mum and proud Papa...

- Tralala...
-stop! Try again!

Can't you make a mean face?

Remember: you appear and the milk
should freeze on the lips of infants,

as the great actor Budský
used to say.

Ready?

Go!

Little cricket's born, hurrah!

See his Mum and proud Papa

sing to him and chirp and cheep...

Now!

Here.

Give me that!

Go down and watch.

Get up and keep watering!

Little cricket's born, hurrah...

Little cricket's born, hurrah...

- Go away.
- Bobby, move!

Ready? Go!

Little cricket's born, hurrah...

Little cricket's born, hurrah...

Little cricket's born, hurrah...

Little cricket's born, hurrah...

Little cricket's born, hurrah...

Little cricket's born, hurrah...

Little cricket's born, hurrah...

Blood!

Blood!

Blood!

Slut! whore! Tramp!

Tart! Bitch! Monster!

That'll teach you
to screw around! Take that!

Take that!

And that! And that!

Plate sin with gold,
and the strong lance...

And that! And that!

Cut!

I think she was good.

- So see you on Monday.
- Okay. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Something like that, václav.

Now! Throwing.

Now. Throwing.

Throwing. Throwing.

- You know how to throw it?
-what?

- You know how to throw it?
- No, I don't.

That's just what it felt like.

What's up?

Okay, let's go!

It's late and we've got
a lot to get through.

Have a good cry.
You'll feel better.

What the hell's the matter
with you all?

I'm walking down the street,
fast, hurrying somewhere.

Ignoring the lights, I keep going.

In my hand I have a piece of raw
meat, it's wrapped in newspaper.

I take bites of it as I walk.

Suddenly I hear
pretty loud screams behind me.

So I turn around and there's
a man standing there whining

that he can't cross the street

because someone stole
the green man on the traffic lights.

There's only a red light
on the lights now and he can't cross.

Suddenly I identify with that loser

and feel incredibly bad

that the green man
is gone from the lights.

Little cricket's born, hurrah!

See his Mum and proud Papa...

Now.

Stop. wrong.

Václav,
I don't know how to tell you.

I'm inclined to cut
the whole scene, but I can't.

It shows sabre Wasp's character,
what an aggressive asshole he is.

Do it again.

Little cricket's born, hurrah!

See his Mum and proud Papa...

stop! wrong! Again!

You'll get there, václav.

Little cricket's born, hurrah!

See his Mum and proud Papa...

come on, stab me, do it.

Do it!

Stab me!

I can't.

I've had enough, václav.

You're a wimp.

Rosie...

Don't you go anywhere, václav.

We'll do the scene with the dead
cricket. You might find that easier.

Faithful love

Cannot be marred by
angry words or whims.

We've sworn love to each other,

We've pledged our word forever,

we shall remain faithful,

we shall remain faithful,
faithful to each other.

I was about to go to the theatre
for an evening performance.

I left the house
and the sun was shining.

I reached into my purse
for my sunglasses.

I had two pairs in there.
So I put on one

and realized I couldn't see anything
because the lenses were all fogged up.

So I put on the other pair and it had
a piece of wood between the lenses,

something like a spiral spring,

like the one in a watch,
the one that's inside.

So I put them on and the spring
hooked under my chin like this,

and I couldn't open my mouth.

So I was thinking,
how am I gonna perform?

Help!

Help!

Cut!

No, it's not a sack
of potatoes. Try again.

For Christ's sake Václav!

I want to see more truth.

People like it
when theatre is like real life.

Let's do it again.

All I want from you is the truth,
and only the truth, as Jan Hus said.

You may think I'm petty, nagging you,
about every trivial detail,

but great art is made up of details,

perfectly executed details.

Your acting must convince the audience
that you've killed that cricket.

Right now it looks as if you just
found him lying rotting in a ditch.

You think people
can't tell the difference?

You think they're just subtle nuances
only a connoisseur would notice?

People can tell.
And they won't forgive you.

So come on.
Let's take it one more time.

Ready?

Go!

Go!

What's up, Václav?
Let's go!

Nice idea, Václav.

But try turning around so you're
facing him, coming on backwards.

Ready? Go!

What's up? Why have you stopped?
Let's go before we lose momentum.

Finally.

No, Václav, it looked like
you were stoking a stove.

Let's do it one more time.

- Anyone else for coffee?
- Me!

Quiet please! We're rehearsing.

Let's do it again.

Ready? Go.

Keep it quiet!
We're trying to rehearse.

Shards on the floor,
happiness at the door.

Go on.

Stop!
You must grab him hard. Again.

O, well flown, bird!

I' the clout, I' the clout.

One more time!

Quiet, we're rehearsing!

What's that stink?

Someone forgot to flush again.
People are such pigs!

I have pretty stupid
realistic dreams.

What's more, they're black and white.
They're basically very boring.

For example I go shopping
for shoes, or I go to buy milk.

Or I'm jumping out of a window,
and they're black and white so...

Well, Václav,
it wasn't bad at all,

but it'd be better
if you carried him on your back.

What's wrong with you, Václav?
Let's go.

Clear up, please!

We're going to have a child.

Then you must
take it easy, darling.

Rumble thy bellyful!

Spit, fire! Spout, rain!

Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire,
are my daughters:

I tax not you, you elements,
with unkindness;

I never gave you kingdom,

call'd you children.

You owe me no subscription:

then let fall your
horrible pleasure:

here I stand, your slave,

a poor, infirm,

weak, and despised old man.

My dreams are pretty complex.
I mean the plot is usually complex.

Often there are many characters,
they are long and colourful.

Sometimes I happen
to wake up and realize

I woke up into another dream.

Unfortunately I don't
remember anything,

only insignificant
fragments of the dreams.

For example last night
I had a dream I was in some mine,

and I was there with this
fifty-year-old woman,

some strange children
with a guinea pig,

and we were running away
from a storm,

but I don't know how it ended.

I also remember is that there
was a wooden floor in that mine,

eaten through by woodborers
so every step we took we sank,

that's how we ran away
from the storm.

A cut plays
a magical role in a film.

You're here, cut,
and you're somewhere else.

Only dreams have a similar magic.

- Stop rolling in the little ones.
- This one is bigger.

- You okay?
- I just...

- You pushed off only with one foot.
- You got caught on something.

- It's good for my rheumatism.
- Cut!

Come, come.

You'll get some sugar.

Ouch, they're in my underpants.
Now I'll get depressed. Shit.

"Expecting a Baby"

Okay...

Go to the end of Act II.

- František. You're on.
- Okay.

You too, Jitka, so at least
you get to do something.

And put on the Larva costume.

That's good...

- You sure it's not too much...
- No, it ran down a little.

It'll dry up.

Whose idea was this?

It's gross.

Jeez, now it is...

We'll take it from Larva's
entrance. Tramp, Larva.

Tramp's waiting for a package.

I'll feed you his lines.

Let's go.

Dits, I love your eyes so blue.

Dits, love you to the moon I do...

Caring, nourishing, providing...

Feeding those hungry little throats.

That's what a family's all about.

And bringing home live crickets.

But a cricket wants to live too,
and he never hurt a soul.

Poor fellow, found life so sweet
with his humble tune.

That can't be right.

Let's go. Let's go.

Daddy! Daddy...

Daddy! Daddy!

So you're Larva, eh?
Interesting.

So all that killing
was because of you?

Who are you?

You're so repulsive.

- Why?
- You just are.

So it's for you that poor Papa
gets three crickets a day?

- Are you edible?
- No, I don't think so.

Oh, I'm so bored.

I feel like...

I feel like...

Like what?

I dunno. Like...

Like ripping something
to bits... something living.

I feel like writhing...

What's the matter?

Horrid! Horrid! Horrid!

Not bad, Jitka.
Could be a bit more saucy.

We can tweak that later.

No. Just stay down there a minute.

Well, it's all yours.

I'll feed you Tramp's lines,
okay, František?

That's very good of you.

Let's do it.

I was looking at it but
I wouldn't do a thing like that.

I wouldn't really. Everyone
wants to live, don't they?

- Who are you?
- Me?

Oh, nothing much.

A poor man, an orphan.
They call me a Parasite.

How can anyone dare
to kill like that?

That's what I say. Do you think
that Wasp fellow needs it?

Or his Larva? You think
they're as hungry as I am?

Not a bit of it!
They kill to add to their larder.

They hoard.

- It's a scandal, isn't that right?
- I should say so.

There's no equality,
that's what I say.

Take me, I don't kill anyone.
My teeth are too soft.

I mean my heart's too soft.

I don't have the
wherewall-wirewill-wherewithall.

All I have is an empty belly.
That can't be right, can it?

No, killing's no good.

My very words, buddy.

Or at least hoarding shouldn't be
allowed. Eat your fill and be done.

Storing things is robbing those
who have nowhere to store.

Eat your fill and that's it!
Then there'd be enough for all,

-wouldn't there?
- I dunno.

That's what I say.
Everyone wants to live.

From each according to his ability,
to each according to his appetite.

But this? It's injustice.
It's a disgrace.

- So what you gonna do about it?
- Well...

I must go and have a look.

Murder and yet more murder!
But why am I fretting so?

They were only insects,
only beetles.

Bla-bla-bla and so on.

Are we finished?

I don't think so.

Dils, I love your eyes so blue...

Mr Kopiiva, what are you doing?

Control yourself!

Out you come. Come on.

We'll call her Patricia, after you.

The old miser kept a larder

for that greensick daughter of his.

I feel quite sick.

I think I'm going to explode.

Oh, that's just like me.

Damn the hiccoughs!

Not everyone
gets stuffed like that.

What about Larva?

Oh, I've gobbled her up too.

Nature's table is set for everyone.

Great work. Excellent.

- You're a natural, I must say.
- Thank you.

That blood wasn't a bad idea.
People will like that.

Okay, end of rehearsal.
Time to go home.

Look, it's Daddy!
Wave to Daddy!

So who's this?
Who have we got here?

Come to me, come to me.
Little baby bug, baby bug,

a tiny baby bug, a baby bug.

It's our baby bug,
our baby bug, a baby bug.

Our tiny baby bug,

our flying baby bug,
our baby bug.

It's a baby bug, a baby bug...

Go to Mummy.

Our baby bug.

Here. A present from an uncle.

It really is a lovely child.

Look what I have.

Here, spin it.

G'morning.
Off to work, are we?

- Oh yes. Off to work.
- Same as every day.

- And you? Off to work as well?
- No, our work's done.

Lovely day, isn't it?

Yes, it's turned out well.

Well, have a good day.

You have a good day.

You have a really lovely day.

I told you.