Original subtitles

(Trascritto da TurboScribe. Aggiorna a Illimitato per rimuovere questo messaggio.) Welcome to

my lecture!

Not yet!

Not yet!

Oh, HG, you should take more soda with it.

Morning, Nans.

Morning, Nans.

Morning.

Oh, what a mess.

Wow, that was some party Daddy had last night.

Yes, dear, it certainly was.

We'll give you a hand.

He must have been well and truly stoned.

It's not often he shows off his black bottom.

Nonsense.

Your father never drinks to excess.

Is that you, Nanny?

Yes, Mr. Patrick.

Oh, good, good.

Morning, Daddy.

Oh, girls, girls.

You know, I have got a lump the size of an egg on my head.

Oh, let's look.

Very nasty.

May require major surgery.

Don't move.

What are you laughing at, Nanny?

Oh, oh.

Did you enjoy your party?

What party?

Your new book was published, remember?

Yeah, very apt.

Nanny, look, while you're clearing up, if you should find

the top of my skull anywhere, I would like it back.

Darling, can't you keep your hair quiet?

Uh-oh, it's leave Daddy alone time.

Let's go and have breakfast.

Right.

Nice fatty bacon, greasy pork sausages and fried bread.

I should have had you two drowned at birth.

Good Lord, HG, were you at the party too?

Yeah, you always look like that, don't you?

Oh, Nanny, did I enjoy this do last night?

Don't you remember?

Well, only bits of it.

I seem to remember some fool getting up and doing an

impersonation of Shirley Temple singing on the good ship

Lollipop with a floor mop on his head.

That was you, Mr. Patrick.

Oh, but it's all right.

Everybody else was being silly too.

Thank you, Nanny.

And Miss Barbara's husband actually threatened to eat a

whole vase of roses.

Eat a vase of roses?

That's absolutely rid...

Good Lord.

Here we are, Daddy.

Guaranteed to make your liver sit up and sing.

Oh, thank you, darling.

Oh, that was delicious.

What was that?

Prairie oyster.

Well, you know, raw egg, Worcester sauce, cayenne pepper

and I chucked in a bit of bicarbonate for luck.

Yes, thank you, Nanny.

Nanny, last night, did I by any chance do my impersonation

of Al Jolson?

I'm afraid you did.

Well, that accounts for the boot polish in my ear this

morning, then.

And then you went into a corner and had a tate-a-tate.

Yes, I'm inclined to do that without me drinking, Nanny.

Al Jolson, I mean.

Whose tate was I tating with?

Your agent.

Georgie?

Yes.

You and she were talking for ages.

And then you called for a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

Champagne?

Celebrate?

I wonder what we were talking about.

Patrick was talking about investing in the company and

becoming a sleeping partner.

Good idea.

He obviously feels that diversification of capital

investment with concomitant Schedule D relief is worth

diminution of fiscal liquidity.

Well, that wasn't quite the way he put it.

He said he thought it'd be a bit of a giggle.

Well, since you agree.

Oh, I do.

I think from both points of view, it's a sound business

proposition.

We're just going into town to do some shopping.

See you later.

Hope you feel better soon.

Thank you, darling.

Bye-bye.

Oh, dear.

Oh, you're so wise, HG.

Never touch the stuff.

Gives you spots before the eyes.

Oh, and the most dreadful ringing in the ears, too.

It's carceral.

Telephone!

What about it, nanny?

It's ringing.

Is it?

Oh, thank God for that.

Stay where you are, HG.

Hello?

Look, would you speak up?

I can't hear a word.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Hello?

Hello, Patrick.

Georgie.

I did enjoy your party last night.

Yes, I did, too.

So I'm told.

What a wonderful kick-off for the shattered head.

I think it's kicked it right off.

Now, listen, darling, do you remember our little huddle in

the corner?

Cuddle in the corner?

Yes, yes, you remember what we were talking about.

Well, I...

How could I forget?

Oh, well, it was a bit on the spur of the moment, and you'd

had a few.

Me, Georgie?

I may have been a trifle mellow.

You were as mellow as a newt.

Look, I don't have to be drunk to act the fool, you know.

Good, good.

Well, in that case, I've decided to accept your proposal.

Oh, well, that is nice, because I was thinking that that...

Proposal?

Proposal?

Yes, I think you'll make the ideal sleeping partner.

Yes, yes, I'm sure I would, Georgie, but...

Are you all right, Mr. Patrick?

Annie, it appears that I proposed to Georgie last night.

Look, Georgie, we don't want to rush into this, do we?

I mean, are you sure you know what you're doing?

Oh, yes, I've already spoken to my solicitor.

Solicitor?

She's got me by the short end.

Look, Georgie, Georgie, oughtn't we to discuss this?

Well, all right, darling.

Will you give me a ring?

Yes, yes, I'll give you a ring.

Look, why don't you drop round sometime and we'll talk it

over, eh?

If that's all right with your solicitor.

I'll be right over.

Oh, fine.

Well, see you then, eh?

Bye.

What?

Oh, that, yes.

My God, what have I done?

May I be the first to congratulate you?

Marriage?

I can't remember the first thing about it, Nanny.

It'll all come back to you.

It's like riding a bicycle.

I mean...

I meant about asking her, Nanny.

Mind you, of course, I'm very fond of Georgie.

But I've served my sentence, Nanny.

I was married to Barbara for donkey's years.

Well, if you're not sure about it, you can always change

your mind.

Nanny, there is such a thing as integrity and honour and

breach of promise.

I think they've done away with that.

She's bound to get me on something.

False pretences, or non-consumation, or arson in one of her

magister's shipyards, something.

Besides, I could do worse, though, couldn't I?

Yes, indeed.

I'm told she's a very good cook.

Oh, yes, that too, Nanny.

Oh, my God, that can't be her already, can it?

I mean, I know she's fast, but she's not as fast as all

that.

Oh, Lord, why do these things have to happen to me when I'm

feeling so awful?

Darling!

Oh, it's you, Barbara.

Good morning, Shirley Temple.

Yeah, very funny.

Thank you, Nanny.

Are the girls out?

They've gone shopping.

Oh.

Oh, you and Bill get home all right last night?

Well, eventually.

He insisted on me driving.

He said he was too drunk to sing.

How do you feel today?

Oh, praying for death.

And he's furious because he left his banjo behind.

Oh, I found that, Miss Barbara.

Oh, Nanny, what a pity.

I say, I've won £25 on the premium bonds.

That's amazing.

Why?

I haven't got any premium bonds.

I think that must be mine.

Oh, look, I've actually won.

I'm all of a tiswas.

I didn't know you were a gambler, Nanny.

Oh, that's not gambling, it's the post office.

Oh, I just fancy £25.

Yes, well, don't let it change your way of life, Nanny.

Congratulations, all the same.

And from me.

Oh, thank you, but it's really Mr. Patrick you should be

congratulating.

I'll go and put on the kettle while you do that.

Well?

Well, what?

Oh, what have you got to tell me?

Who said I got anything to tell you?

Oh, Nanny.

What's it got to do with Nanny?

Patrick, what have I got to congratulate you about?

Oh, that!

Oh, yes, well, well, you know Georgie.

Yes.

My agent.

Yes.

Yes, yes, I thought you would, yes.

And you know me.

Yes.

Yes, yes, of course you do, yes.

Well, Georgie and I have sort of...

Well, you know.

Well, you are both well over 21.

No, no, I haven't finished yet, no.

We are going to be married, apparently.

Good grief.

Now, sit down, Barbara, sit down, sit down there, yes,

that's right, all right.

Well, yes, I suppose it is time you bit on the bullet

again.

I beg your pardon?

Does she know about your snoring?

Yes.

Yes, of course, how silly of me.

Yes, very silly of me.

Anyway, I do not snore.

I simply have loud dreams.

Besides, she won't come to bed wearing enormous false

eyelashes.

They happen to be in fashion at the time.

Every time you blinked, you blew the bedclothes off me.

How do the girls feel about you getting married again?

Well, they don't know yet.

I didn't know myself until half an hour ago.

Tea won't be long.

Oh, thank you, Nanny.

I'd better go and get out of these pyjamas before Georgie

arrives.

Oh, I should keep them on.

I mean, you don't want to think you're too eager.

Oh, I found Mr. Patrick's wig.

I must put that away for his next party.

Really, how can a grown man be such a baby?

Nanny, have you seen...

I'm a good ship, lollipop, it's a cheap ship for a candy

shop.

Mind your arthritis.

Nanny, have you seen my shoes, my lovely brown suede ones I

was wearing last night?

You mean these?

I must put them in the oven, see if I can dry them out.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

Bill thinks he left his spectacles here last night.

I didn't know he wore spectacles.

Well, he doesn't.

He keeps leaving them everywhere.

Perhaps Nanny knows where they are.

All right, I'll get it, Nanny.

It'll be Georgie.

Oh, hello, darling.

Come in.

Thank you, Shirley Temple.

Now don't you start.

I'm still feeling very fragile after last night.

Oh, poor darling, I won't keep you long.

Now, shall we get right down to it?

Barbara and Nanny are in the kitchen.

Good, they can be witnesses.

What?

Now, Patrick, about your proposal.

Look, Georgie, I think perhaps I ought to tell you...

You do realise that you won't be an active partner.

Well, I'm not as young as I was, but there's life in the

old dog yet, I can tell you.

No, no, it's far better for you to leave it entirely in my

hands.

Well, I'm more experienced than you are.

You see, the best way to do it is just invest.

You mean nothing else?

My solicitor says that you'll get considerable relief in

the first year.

There is another side to this.

I mean, I want your company.

Well, you'll get 10% of it.

10%?

Well, what will you be doing the rest of the time?

Well, I shall be getting along with my usual affairs.

What?

What else?

Well, really.

Patrick, where are your shoes?

They're in the oven.

I'll go and see if they're done.

Oh, you know Georgie, don't you, my agent?

Yes, and I know you too.

Yes, I was afraid of that, yes.

Hello.

Hello.

Oh, you've had your hair done.

It looks marvellous.

Yes, I'd never have known you if it hadn't been for the

dress.

Oh, I like yours.

Thank you.

It's so brave of you to fly in the face of fashion like

that.

Have you seen a pair of spectacles anywhere?

No.

My poor husband can't see a thing without them.

Really?

Did he wear them before he married you?

No, he didn't.

Actually, such a pity you have to wear them.

I think I'll go upstairs and see if they're there.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

I believe congratulations are in order.

Congratulations?

Well, it is high time Patrick stopped enjoying himself and

got married again.

Patrick, getting married?

I think they've dried out too much, Nanny.

They're on fire.

Oh, I'm ever so sorry.

It's all the excitement.

What with me winning £25 and you getting married.

Yes, we're both lucky, Nanny, aren't we?

Patrick, Barbara just told me the good news.

What news?

Who's the lucky woman?

Lucky woman?

Oh, well, Nanny, of course.

Who else?

Nanny?

Oh, I'm ever so thrilled.

She's been trying for years and finally landed a prize.

Oh, well, I suppose I always thought that one day I might.

Well, don't give up hope, darling.

I mean, I'm sure that Ernie will oblige.

Ernie?

That old car park attendant?

I'm not that desperate.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Yes, but I mean we've got things to discuss, Georgie.

Not now, Patrick.

Just a little upset.

Yeah, but don't you want to discuss the wedding

arrangements and the honeymoon?

No, I do not.

Oh, what was all that about?

I don't know.

She seemed to be...

She seemed to be upset because Nanny had won a premium

barn.

Very odd.

Well, I found Bill's glasses.

The crunch gave them away.

I stood on them.

I'm not surprised.

You always were clumsy, weren't you?

Well, I think I'll go and say goodbye to Nanny.

I've got it.

I've been looking for a coffee coloured bra for ages.

Size 36?

Do you think you're inviting friends in with you?

At least mine don't squint.

Don't be rude.

Oh, hello, girls.

Hello.

We've been shopping and we thought we'd pop in and scrounge

a free coffee.

Hey, we bought Daddy a tie.

What do you think?

Mickey Mouse?

King Rat would be more appropriate.

I'm sorry, girls.

I shouldn't have said that.

It's just that I'm a little upset that you didn't tell me

he was getting married.

Married?

Yes, to Nanny.

Nanny?

Well, I think I've got everything.

Oh!

His broken spectacles, his broken banjo.

You will tell him it was an accident, won't you?

Oh, I shouldn't worry.

The way he plays it, it can only sound better.

Goodbye, Patrick.

Goodbye, darling.

Oh, you will ask me to the wedding, won't you?

Well, after all, you were both of mine.

Yes, and I enjoyed the second one better.

I think I'll wear my white outfit.

Unless, of course, Georgie...

Oh, no.

No, she wouldn't be wearing white, would she?

Goodbye, Barbara.

Mr. Patrick, do you think Karen would mind if I gave this

dress of hers to the vicar?

I shouldn't think so, Nanny, but won't it clash with his

eyes?

He's coming round this afternoon to pick up some things for

the jumble sale.

Oh, I see.

Oh, yes.

No, no, let him have it, Nanny.

It's last month's style.

She'll never wear it again.

Oh, I was thinking, as he is coming round, might it not be

a chance for you to discuss the wedding arrangements with

him?

Well, I haven't discussed them with Georgie yet.

Daddy and Nanny?

Oh, that's incredible.

Well, I could understand if it was you.

Oh, thank you.

Well, I mean, you're hardly old at all.

Thank you.

Well, it wouldn't be so bad if he didn't want to discuss

all the details with me.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Georgie.

It's Patrick.

Look, I'm going ahead with the wedding arrangements.

Oh, yes.

And I just had a wonderful idea for the honeymoon.

You have?

Yes.

I thought we might go to that little hotel in Paris.

Remember?

Our hotel?

Well...

Hello?

Hello?

Do you know, sometimes I think your father has a sadistic

streak.

I still can't believe it.

We always thought of Nanny as being married to her rhubarb

pies.

Well, it's true.

He told me himself.

Yes?

I'm awfully sorry, darling.

We were cut off.

Look, there is one other thing.

Do you think the bedroom is all right as it is, or shall I

have it tarted up a bit?

Georgie, tell us again.

Is the matter with our phone?

Mr. Patrick, most important, the wedding guest list.

Oh, good Lord, yes.

Well, of course, Mother will want to be there, won't she?

And then there's Bill and Barbara and Leo will come and

great Aunt Hilda.

I thought she was dead.

She's a very determined woman.

Is Georgie still engaged?

Yes, but by the way, she's carrying on.

Oh, on the telephone.

Oh, yes.

Yes, I can't get through.

Ah, Georgie?

I don't think so.

It's the front doorbell.

Oh, good afternoon, Vicar.

Do come in.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Harris.

I'm afraid I'm on the scrounge again.

Oh, yes, the jumble sale.

Yes, the step-toe of St. Stephen's.

That's me.

Vicar, just the man I need.

Ah, it's quite a time, Mr. Glover, since we've been to our

little church.

Yes, how the weeks fly.

The last time you came, you left your gas mask behind.

Oh, was it really as long ago as that?

Would you like a glass of sherry?

Ah.

Or a whisky?

Yes.

Or a brandy?

Yes.

No, perhaps you're quite right.

It is far too early.

A nice cup of tea for that.

Most acceptable.

Do sit down, Vicar.

Now, Mr. Glover, what was it that you wanted to talk to me

about?

Well, I want you to marry me.

Me to a woman, that is.

Oh, of course.

Oh, splendid.

We get extra for weddings.

Well, there's no mad rush, you know.

Oh, well, that makes a refreshing change these days.

Let's see now.

I've got Mr. Dryfield and Mr. Jenkins on the 27th.

Ah, the happiest day of their lives, eh?

Not altogether.

I'm burying them.

I wonder if I can fit you in.

Now, what about the first Sunday of quadragesima?

Quadragesima?

No, no, I'm afraid it's Lent.

Who to?

We'll arrange that afterwards.

Now, will you have the full ceremony?

Will you have the organ and the choir and the floral

decorations and all that rhubarb?

Oh, sounds rather like a harvest festival, but I suppose

so, yes.

Perhaps I ought to tell you, Vicar, that this will be my

second wedding.

Oh, not to worry, it's my 1850th.

Mind you, it was a very amicable divorce, you know, very.

In fact, if one could say that divorces are made in

heaven...

No, perhaps not, no.

Tea, Vicar?

Oh, tea.

How nice.

Would you like some cake?

Oh, no.

Do you mind if I have a drink?

Not at all.

Oh, yes.

Oh, thank you, Malik.

1850 weddings, eh?

By Jove, you must know the service backwards.

I do, but I find there's very little call for it that way.

They like it as it is.

Splendid words, aren't they?

To have and to hold.

Daddy, marry me, honey.

The mind boggles.

I'll believe it when I see it.

For richer, for poorer.

In sickness and in health.

To love and to cherish.

Until death, Astupa.

Blimey, they're doing it now.

Yes, that's very nice, Vicar.

I might...

Ah, Anna, Cara, do you know my daughters, Vicar?

I've seen them passing by the church many times.

I keep meaning to send them to Sunday school.

Annie, you've got some jumble for the Vicar, haven't you?

I'll come and give you a hand.

We thought you were marrying them here.

Marrying them?

You mean your father...

Nanny, yes.

They're the ones that are getting...

Married, yes.

Well, I'm blessed.

Would you put this in the back of the Vicar's car, thank

you.

And this one, darling, thank you so much.

Mr. Glover, Mrs. Harris, may I say how thrilled I am?

Oh, we've quite enjoyed getting our old things together.

See the children's band for the wedding, what do you think?

Well, I suppose that's as good as any.

What do you think, Mrs. Harris?

Oh, I don't think it's my place to give an opinion.

You've got a well-trained old boy.

Yes, Glover Wedding 10th.

Now, have you planned the honeymoon?

Well, we thought we'd go to Paris, actually.

You'll love Paris, my dear.

Well, I'm not going.

Not going?

What makes you think I want her on my honeymoon?

Don't you think you'll find her rather necessary?

No, I shall have Georgie.

Georgie?

Who's he?

A he is a she.

Mr. Patrick's literary agent.

What does she want her on her honeymoon for?

Do I have to tell you, Vicar?

Yes, you do.

Can't you use your imagination?

I'd rather not.

You're marrying this poor woman here and taking up paramour

on your honeymoon.

I'm not marrying Nanny.

You're not.

No, I'm marrying Georgie.

You're not.

The way Georgie feels about you at the moment, she won't

even go through with your business proposal.

Business proposal?

I'm not going through with this business deal and I'm going

to tell him to his face.

Yes, but why not?

Oh, belt up, Timothy.

I'm sorry, but it's just that Patrick's positively gloating

that he's going to marry somebody else.

Surely not.

Yes.

I don't want him as a sleeping partner in the office or

anywhere else.

Georgie, I'm not marrying you.

Isn't it wonderful?

Well, that takes the cape.

Oh, Georgie.

I'm not marrying anybody.

Not marrying anybody.