All language subtitles for BFFF_2

He's having a long chittery chat
on the phone with the President.

"Well, let me take care of it, Mr.
President.

"No, no. No, no, no.

"You'll bungle it up, sir,
if you do it all your way."

And his dad...

His eyes is googling
out of his head.

And then his ma, she
comes into the room.

And his dad, he tells her.
And then...

so on, and so on, and so on.

Dreams are so quick.

Yeah, on the outside.

They's long on the inside.

Shh... Shh...

What?

I hears lament.

Somebody's silkies is
crying for their darling.

Look!

Monsters.

We have to stop them.

You can't keep living
like this, BFG.

BFG, what did you
do with my blanket?

I thought you had it there.

Where is it, in my other...

In the cape?

Oh, I think I dropped
it in Giant Country.

You dropped it in Giant Country?

Giant Country...

Did I fall asleep?

Why are you giving me a dream?

Why are you giving me a dream?

Why are you giving me a dream?

You dropped your blanket.

So they must know you was there.

You's not safe with me, girl.

So? You is not safe with me.

Never mind that now.

There was a boy.

He liked to read. He
taught me how to read.

You's wearin' his
little red jacket.

I hears his lonely heart
just like I hears yours.

Then he seen me, like you did.

So I had to take him, hipswitch.

I could have brought
him back home.

But then it be too late.

It won't be like that.

We'll stop the giants.

We'll make them go away forever.

Was the boy scared?

Yeah. In the end.

I'm not.

Brave Sophie.

I'm not!

I'm not.

I'm not.

BFG.

You say you can hear ants
talk and spiders spin.

That you can hear the stars.

Can you still hear me?

I feel you're here.

I know you're here.

BFG.

Jump, Sophie.

We need a plan...

We need a plan...

Need a plan...

Are you thinking up a plan?

I's not having the foggiest
idea in the wonky world.

Well, keep at it.

Runt!

Sophie. Hide.

Oh, Runty, is you at home?

Quick, quick, quick!

I has a boo-boo.

Well, you's a big boy.

You take care of your
boo-boos yourself now.

Oh, I will.

Oh, he Will!

You has a bean.

Right. Out!

Let's get on with it.

Let's get on with it.

- Time to hunt.
- Time to hunt.

Skitter scatter, boys.

Find me the chiddler.

No, no, no.

No, no. Don't! No!

No, don't!

This be my work. This
be my work, boys!

Look at me!

Once, us giants, we be gentries.

Those days are over.

Where is the delicious
little chatbag?

Oh!

Right! Out, all of you!

Toot toot.

Whoa!

Oh.

He find the last one.

I finds this one.

This be my home.

Ow, hot! Hot!

You don't come in here anymore!

Go on, get out!

Cursed you be, Runt.

Get out!

This be my home!

You...

You is insult to giants.

Ow!

Well, there be more dreams
disappeared into a thick ear.

Into thin air.

Words.

They's all such a twitch-tickling
problem to me all my life.

I knows exactly what
words I want to say

but somehow or other

they all comes out
squiff-squiddled 'round.

Don't worry. That
happens to everyone.

Not like it happens to me.

I speak in the most
terrible wigglish.

Well, uh, I think you
speak beautifully.

You do?

You really do?

Mmm-hmm. Simply beautifully.

Oh, that...

Oh, that is the
nicest present that

anybody's ever given
me in my entire life.

BFG...

How whoopsey-splunkers.

BFG.

How absolutely...

What's the word? Squiffling.

- BFG.
- I is all of a stutter.

BFG!

Yeah, yeah?

I have a plan.

A Plan?

We are going to the Queen.

We really, really need her help.

We can be there by dawn.

Right.

You be giving your Queeny a frightsome
curd-bloodling trogglehumper.

Needs must. Scary
as you can make it.

Oh, chiddlers.

The Queen will dream that giants,
all nine of them, are in England.

And they are eating
little children.

And be sure to put
some army in it.

Be sure you add a little of me.

Right.

Did you add yourself?

The Queen will dream that a little
girl is sitting on her windowsill.

Then, she wakes up
and I am there.

We are there.

Uh, then what happens?

Well, then a Big Friendly
Giant steps forward

and bows and says,

"Your Majesty, I am
your humble servant."

You mean she actually sees me?

No. Not in a month
of Mondays, girl.

Huh?

BFG, stop! You are
going to knock me off.

Just trying to listen to the different
breathing of manly bean and lady bean.

No.

No, no. No, no it's not...

It's horrible. Don't. Stop them.

Make them stop. Make 'em stop!

Giants? Giants.

Horrible.

Man... Man-eating giants, no.

No, no, stop. No! No, no, no!

No!

Your Majesty.

What is it?

Oh, Mary.

I had the most horrible dream.

Oh.

Well, only a dream, ma'am, hmm?

Let me get your tea.

I dreamt that girls and boys

were being snatched out of
their beds in boarding schools

and were being eaten by
the most ghastly giants.

There was so many of them.

There was the...

The Fleshlumpeater

and the Gizzardgulper

and the Meatdripper.

And the, uh...

Butcher Boy?

Butcher Boy.

- Oh. I'm sorry.
- Oh!

The giants put their hands
in through the windows

and pluck the children
out with their fingers.

It was so bloody,
so vivid, so real.

So real, Mary.

The children just disappeared.

Oh, my!

Uh...

What's the matter, dear?
You're white as a sheet.

- Sit down, Mary. Sit.
- Yes.

You're trembling. What is it?

Well, it's just,
uh, so odd, ma'am.

So very odd.

You haven't seen the papers?

No, I haven't seen them yet.

Well, here. Look.

It's the very dream you had.

Children have disappeared
in the night.

Gone. Taken.

But, not by giants.

Well, no, it couldn't
be could it, ma'am?

Draw the curtains.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh!

I don't believe it.

There's a small girl
standing on the window sill.

Is there not, Mr. Tibbs?

There is indeed, ma'am.

She is standing
right there, ma'am.

You didn't dream it.

But I did dream it.

How in the world
did you get there?

- Well...
- Let me take care of this, ma'am.

- Here. Come down. Come with me.
- No, no, don't do that.

A giant put you there.

Yes, he did, ma'am.

He's waiting in the garden now.

Is he?

Is he?

He's my best friend.

He made your dream.

- Did he?
- Did he?

Did he?

Queen's garden, rear
window, please.

Why have you and your
giant come to see me?

I... I think you would
remember that, Your Majesty,

if the mixing went well.

Yes, I remember.

You have a plan. You need me.

Yes, we do. Should
we call for him now?

I suppose we should.

You promise you won't
hurt him, ma'am?

Rear garden, rear
garden, please.

I'm ready.

BFG!

BFG, the Queen would
really like to meet you.

You won't put him
in the bunkumhouse?

Come down from there, child.

Mary, take her downstairs
and get her some breakfast.

Mr. Tibbs, find out
where she comes from.

Come on, dear. Come on.

No! No! No, he's just afraid.

He's never done anything like
this in his whole life before.

BFG, be brave!

You promised you
wouldn't hurt him.

Mr. Tibbs, tell the
guards to stand down.

Mr. Tibbs?

Stand down, gentlemen, please.
Stand down.

Dear, come here.

Your Majesty, I am
your humble servant.

Your Majester, I is
your humbug servant.

I'm so pleased to make
your acquaintance.

Oh, Majester. Oh, Monacher.

Oh, ruler of...

straight lines.

I's come, with my
little friend Sophie

to give you a...

Uh...

To give me what?

Asistance.

Thank you.

I'm sure you have, but
not in my dressing-gown.

Oh, dear.

Giants, Boris.
Man-eating giants.

Have people been disappearing?

Ha!

We have verifiable intelligence.

We might need air clearance.
I'll get back to you.

Nancy, is Ronnie there?

Well, wake him.

Her Majesty the Queen.

This way, sir. Just follow me.

Follow me.

That's it, sir.

Slow ahead. Careful. Slow ahead.

And full stop.

To port side, sir. Oh!

Careful of the antiques, sir.

And up. Up.

Careful, up, up. That's it.

Hard to port.

And slow ahead.

Steady...

Yes, sir.

Oh!

Bogswinkles! What was that?

That was Louis Quatorze.

I'm so, so sorry, Your Majesty.

He's never really been
in a house before.

Your cape, sir.

What a whoppsy,
spliffling room we is in.

Your valise, sir.

Your Majesty.

This... This room
is so gigantous

I's needed bicirculers and telescoops
to see what's going on at either end.

Does he always talk like that?

Yes, Your Majesty.

He's never had schooling.

Ah.

Ah.

Sir.

Please, BFG. Start.

Oh.

There's only one word
for that, Majester.

Scrumdiddlyumptious.

Oh, that is glummy.

Goodbye snozzcumber.

What's snozzcumber?

It's this horrible stinky vegetable,
and I'm afraid it's all he has to eat.

Doesn't seem to have
stunted his growth at all.

Mmm...

Pour BFG his coffee, please.

What's that? What's
that black stuff?

What is that?

Where'd you get all that foam?

He's magnificent, your giant.

Sophie, dear, do start.

You must be famished.

It's delumptious.

Ah.

Oguflug!

Please, Majester, what is this horrible
swigpill I's drinking, Majester?

Would he prefer tea?

He would prefer frobscottle.

- Frobscottle?
- Yeah.

A little gift for Your Majester.

Delunctious, fizzy, frobscottle.

It be a personable ferment.

How kind.

Would Your Majester be so
kind as to honour me with...

...a pour?

It's fizzing the wrong way.

Our bubbles go up.

Oh, yeah. We wouldn't have some
glumptious, whizzpopping music?

Does he like music?
We have bagpipes.

The generals have
been briefed, ma'am.

This is a story which beggars
belief, but we don't have the time.

We're on our way
to Giant Country.

BFG will chart a course for you.

Generals, BFG.

In 10 hours, the giants will
once again be on the hunt.

And I intend to stop them.

And where exactly is
Giant Country, sir?

Exunctly, well, let's see.

Hey.

There.

- What?
- There.

Gentlemen, your men
will follow the BFG.

I have promised him you will
go only once to Giant Country.

You not be finding
it a second time.

Just look at those bubbles.

I believe in the BFG.

The BFG!

To the BFG.

Marvellous bubbles.

To Giant Country.

We will hold here.

BFG, I was asking
if you had a plan.

BFG. Do you have a plan?

BFG! Do you have a plan?

The trogglehumper I caught,
you're giving it to the giants?

Yeah, I was giving the boys this
most horrigust dream of despair.

If the dream does its job, they wakes
trapped in flush bunking remorse.

And if those wopsy bellypoppers
out there does their job,

then I think we stands a chance.

"Look at what you has done,
and there be no forgiveness."

Needs must. Now,
stand back, girl.

We's brought the hunt
to Giant Country.

Uh...

What is Sophie's dream?

Your golden phizzwizard.

I don't see much
of them anymore.

But what does it say?

It tells a story
of a little gal.

A little chiddler with her
whole life ahead of her.

With a fambly of her own.

Little chiddlers of her
own, too, someday.

There will be great
successfuls...

...and funnies ahead for her,

and truth to tell, just
a dribble of despair.

Times'll be hard,
times is be soft.

Adventures will come and go.

But in the end...

she remembers the good deeds.

Now, Sophie, I...

I know...

that story be your
heart's desire.

I knows it.

The dream, it came
to you, didn't it?

It be Sophie's dream.

But, then I wake up.

Then you wakes up.

But not here.

No.

You has more dreams to catch,
my little frogglefrump.

But not in Giant Country.

But will I still have you?

Will you still hear me
when I call for you?

Are you forgettin' something?

Are you forgettin' these?

It be time, BFG.

Now, where did I put the...

I left me trumpet
at Her Majester's.

Oh, I is such a mixed-up,

boggled-up giant sometimes.

Deliver us from weasels.

Sophie?

Oh, no. Oh, no, Sophie.

And what does we have here?

- You is a cannybull.
- You is a cannybull.

I is bad.

Have pity on a
poor little giant.

You are a very bad giant.

I has no regrets.

- Runt!
- Run, Sophie! Run!

It's over, Fleshlumpeater.

It's over, boy.

It's time to stop now.

I's always hungry.

Huh?

Whoa!

Back of the LZ.

Roger that.

Come on, lads!

Take him away!

Go! Go, go!

Secure that side!

Take cover!

The giants were
taken far, far away

to a place you've never heard of

and a place you'll never go.

The Queen sent them off
with snozzcumber seeds.

It was all they would
have to eat...

... and they were just going
to have to get used to it.

It's time to wake up, darling.

Morning, Sophie.

I had a dream last night.

In the dream, I was
awakened by a beautiful,

buzzing, humming noise
floating above my bed.

I walked to the window

and against the horizon I
saw his long legs leaping,

suitcase and trumpet in hand.

I could see all the
way to Giant Country.

I could see the garden
BFG was growing.

He had fruits and berries,
cauliflower and tomatoes.

He refused to have
Brussels sprouts, though.

But snozzcumbers were still growing
at the side of his cottage.

How else would he
make frobscottle?

I saw the stone door, and
the crooked windows.

His cape was hanging
by the door.

I saw the crow's nest and
his sailor boat bed.

I saw his rocking chair and a
fire burning in the fireplace

with a much nicer stew cooking.

I could see the scattered pages
of the book he was writing.

He was happy, and I was happy.

When I'm lonely, which is not
nearly as often as before,

I talk to him and he
actually hears me.

Because BFG hears

all the secret whisperings
of the world.

Good morning, BFG.