All language subtitles for benny_hill_s01e11_1971

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.