Love Actually Page #4
that isn't bright turquoise.
Okay, I'll have a look, but to be honest,
So don't get any hopes up.
Must go.
[Line Disconnects]
Any progress
with our matchmaking plans?
No. I've done f*** all and never will
because he's too good for me.
How true.
Ouch.
Stop.
[Ringing]
And, of course, your mobile goes.
Hello, hi. How are you doing?
So, how's
the Christmas party going?
Good. I think I've found a venue.
Friend of mine works there.
- What's it like?
- Good, good.
It's an art gallery.
Full of dark corners
for doing dark deeds.
[Chuckles]
Right. Good.
Well, I suppose I should
take a look at it or something.
You should.
[Typewriter Keys Clacking]
[Bell Jingling]
Ah, bonjour, Eleonore.
Bonjour, Monsieur Bennett.
Welcome back.
And this year you bring a lady guest?
Uh, no, there's a change of situation.
It's just me.
Oh. Am I sad or not sad?
Well, I think you're not surprised.
And you stay here till Christmas?
Yeah, yeah.
Good.
Well, I find you a perfect lady
to clean the house.
This is Aurelia.
Ah.
Uh, bonjour, Aurelia.
Bonjour.
[Speaking Broken French]
Uh, unfortunately she cannot
speak French, just like you.
- She's Portuguese.
- Ah, ah.
Bon giorno. Eusebio.
Uh, uh, molto bueno.
I think she's ten years too young
to remember there was a footballer
called Eusebio.
And the "molto bueno" is Spanish.
Right, right. Uh, well, anyways,
it's nice to meet you. And...
Perhaps you can drive her home
at the end of her work.
Oh, absolutely.
"Con grande, uh, presoro."
Which is what? Turkish?
Bello.
Uh, bella.
Uh, montagna. "Arvarez."
No, right.
Silence is golden.
As the Tremeloes said.
Clever guys.
Although I think the original
version was by, uh, Frankie Valli
and the Four Seasons.
Great... Great... Great band.
# [Humming]
Oh, shut up.
[Reporters Clamoring]
Mr. President, welcome.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
Come on through.
I'm sorry your wife
couldn't make it, by the way.
Oh, so is she.
Although she would have been
kind of lonely, I'm sure.
Yes. Pathetic, isn't it?
Just, uh, never been able
to tie a girl down.
I'm not sure that politics
and dating really go together.
Really?
I've never found that.
Well, difference is you're still
sickeningly handsome, whereas I look
increasingly like my Aunt Mildred.
I'm very jealous of your plane,
by the way.
Thank you.
We love that thing, I'll tell you.
Ah, Natalie. Hi.
Morning, ma'am.
How's your day so far?
[Chuckles]
Excellent.
[Sighs]
My goodness, that's a pretty little
son of a b*tch right there.
Did you see those pipes?
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, she's terrific... at her job.
No, absolutely not.
We cannot and will not
consult on that either.
- That is unexpected.
- Well, it shouldn't be.
The last administration
made it perfectly clear.
We're just being consistent
with their policies.
Well, with all respect, sir,
they were bad policies.
Right, thanks, Alex.
I don't think we're making progress here.
Let's, um, move on, shall we?
Well, now, that was,
uh, an interesting day.
Sorry if our line was firm,
but there's no point in tiptoeing
around today...
and then just disappointing you
for four years.
I mean, I have plans
and I plan to see them through.
Absolutely.
I think we should look at.
It's very close to my heart.
If you just give me a second.
I'll give you anything you ask for,
as long as it's not something
I don't wanna give.
Hi.
Pathetic!
It's great scotch.
[Natalie]
I'll, um...
I'll be going then.
Uh, Natalie.
I hope to see much more of you
as our two great countries
work toward a better future.
Thank you, sir.
[Camera Shutters Clicking]
Uh, yes, Peter.
Mr. President, uh,
has it been a good visit?
Very satisfactory indeed.
We, uh, got what we came for,
and our special relationship
is still very special.
And Prime Minister?
I love that word "relationship."
Covers all manner of sins, doesn't it?
I fear that this has become
a bad relationship.
A relationship based on the president
taking exactly what he wants...
and casually ignoring all those things...
that really matter to, um,
Britain.
We may be a small country,
but we're a great one too.
The country of Shakespeare,
Churchill, the Beatles,
Sean Connery, Harry Potter,
[Chuckling]
David Beckham's right foot.
David Beckham's left foot,
come to that.
And a friend who bullies us...
is no longer a friend.
And since bullies
only respond to strength,
from now onward I will be prepared
to be much stronger.
And the president
should be prepared for that.
[Reporters Clamoring]
Mr. President. Mr. President.
Joe.
It's your sister on line four.
All right.
Uh, yes, I'm very busy and important.
How can I help you?
Have you gone completely insane?
Well, you can't be sensible
all the time.
You can if you're prime minister.
- Oh, dear, it's the Chancellor
of the Exchequer on the other line.
- No, it isn't.
I'll call you back.
No, you won't. You're...
The trouble with being
the prime minister's sister is it does put
your life into rather harsh perspective.
What did my brother do today?
He stood up and fought for his country.
And what did I do?
What is this we're listening to?
Joni Mitchell.
I can't believe you still listen
toJoni Mitchell.
I love her,
and true love lasts a lifetime.
Joni Mitchell is the woman
who taught your cold English wife
how to feel.
Did she? Oh, well, that's good.
I must write to her sometime
and say thanks.
Now, which doll shall
we give Daisy's little friend Emily?
The one that looks like a transvestite
or the one that looks like a dominatrix?
[Woman Over Radio]
It's almost enough
to make you feel patriotic.
So here's one for our arse-kicking
prime minister. I think he'll enjoy this.
A golden oldie for a golden oldie.
Can we move theJapanese ambassador
to 4:
00 tomorrow?- Certainly, sir.
- Terrific. Thanks so much.
Um, would you like the last, uh...
No?
That's all right. More for me.
I'm very lucky. I've got one of those
constitutions where I never put on weight.
[Phone Ringing]
Oh.
Hello?
[Ringing Continues]
Oop. Sorry.
Hello?
Thank you.
Ah, no!
- [Speaking Portuguese]
- Oh, no. Oh, no.
Oh, God, it's half the book.
Oh, no. Just...Just leave them.!
Please.! They're not important.!
They're not worth it.!
Uh, stop.
Stop.
[Shudders]
It's all just rubbish!
Just leave it.
- Oh, God, she's in.
- [Gasps]
Right, and now she'll think
I'm a total spaz if I don't go in too.
F***! It's freezing! F***!
It's not worth it, you know.
This isn't bloody Shakespeare.
Just stop, stop.
I really must do copies.
You know, there'd better not be eels
in here. I can't stand eels.
Oh, God! What the hell is that?
[Panting, Chuckles]
[Chuckles]
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
I know. I'll name one
of the characters after you.
Or, um...
[Laughing]
Or, um, uh, romance?
Ah-ah! Ah, yes, it's, um, uh...
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