Carry On Loving Page #9

I think we ought to celebrate.

I'll nip down to the off-licence and get something.

Oh.

Lend us a couple...

Thank you.

- Oh!

- Hello.

Mr Bedsop!

What are you doing here?

Well, actually, I thought it was time

I gave you a report on Mr Bliss.

Oh, you're not still following him?

Oh, I am sorry, I should have told you to stop.

Well, I think you'll find it's all been worthwhile.

Particularly when you hear

whom he was with last night.

Oh, I'm sure it...

- Last night?

- Oh, yes.

He met a Miss Esme Crowfoot.

Really? Do go on, Mr Bedsop.

Sophie! Come and get it.

Here, look. How about that? Champers.

- Oh, very nice. May I crack it?

- Yes, go on, go ahead.

Thank you.

What did you go and do that for?

You wretch! You rotten swine!

Don't think I don't know you sent that poor

wretched woman into Mr Snooper's last night.

Well... Well, what if I did?

- I only did it cos I don't want to lose you.

- You've lost me now, for good.

No, wait, wait. I want to marry you.

You want to what?

Marry you. Well, I mean, that is, in time.

I don't want to rush you into anything.

All right. All right. Next week, then.

You heard that, Mr Bedsop?

I've got it down.

You won't regret it, Sid, I promise you.

I know that, darling.

I'll tell you what, why don't we have a booze-up

and invite all the couples

we've brought together?

- Careful, that's going to cost money.

- So what?

I know a fellow in catering and if we charge them

a guinea a head, we might make a few bob.

Oh, I love you!

# DVORAK:
Humoresque

(Knocks on table)

Ladies and gents, I realise that our marriage

has come as a bit of a shock to you all,

but I'd like you to know that we are delighted

to have you share this great day with us,

you happy couples that

we've had the pleasure of bringing together.

Just to look around this room and see

so many contented, ideally-matched couples

is reward in itself for the trouble

we have been to on your behalf.

You, like Sophie and me, have been dead lucky,

because you've had the benefit of

our expert knowledge and scientific advice.

So, I am not asking you only to drink to our

health and happiness, but to your own. Cheers.

# For He's A Jolly Good Fellow

(Tune trails off)

(Clears throat)

- 'Ere, that's it!

- What are you on about now?

That suit he's wearing.

That was the one

that was drying in your flat that night.

Stop it, Gripper, don't make a scene.

So, it was you. I'll bloomin' well kill you!

What are you talking about? He's gone potty.

Don't pay any attention to him, Sophie.

I'll deal with you later!

Oh, you will, will you?

Don't you laugh at him, you little squirt!

How dare you, you old bag!

- Ow!

- (Laughs)

# Strauss waltz

(Laughs)

Keep 'em coming.

GRIPPER:
I'll tear you apart!

Captioned by Grantman Brown

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