Mrs. Brown's Boys D'Movie

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You look completely different

out of your uniform.

Is, is that loaded?

Steady, son. Steady.

Don't push till I tell you.

Who? Oh...

Yes? Who is it?

Jesus, I'm late!

Sh*t! Feck it.

Hello. I can't stop, I slept late.

Oh, for God's sake!

Jesus. Feck it.

Sh*t!

Feck it. Get in!

Oh, that's me now back on time.

Wait a minute.

This shouldn't be here.

That's better.

This is the movie!

- Winnie!

- Hiya.

- Morning, Fat Annie.

- Good morning, Agnes.

Do you think the carrots will be

as expensive today as they were yesterday?

If they are, I hope they're small ones,

'cause the wholesaler

can shove them up his arse.

Cathy starts her new job today.

An office job.

Imagine being stuck in an office all day.

Not me, Annie. I'm an independent trader.

Born to it and lovin' it.

Morning, Father Damien.

- Mornin'.

- This is the life.

- Mornin'!

- Ooh, thank you.

Come on, girls!

Good morning!

Good morning, Dublin!

Get the finest of fruit and vegetables

from all over the world right here!

The best of fruit! The greenest of greens!

And the friendliest of service!

Tom, if you're not buying, f*** off.

There goes Perry Mason.

Yeah. He wouldn't get a

prison guard out of prison.

- Morning, Agnes.

- Hello, Jasper. What have you got for me?

That'll be the Revenue Office.

Just as well it's brown, so

they won't see me wiping my arse with it.

Beautiful kumquats, Brussels sprouts

and prickly pears!

How are you, love?

Do you want to squeeze my prickly pears?

- Morning, Mammy.

- Hello, Dermot son.

- Hello, Maria.

- Hello, Mrs Brown.

And how's my lovely triplets today?

George has a touch of wind.

What's the matter? What's the matter?

Oh, that's Ringo.

Hey, you big lizard!

It's a frog, you blind bastard.

Ribbit, ribbit!

No, Dermot, you're a gecko.

I've been saying "ribbit, ribbit" all week.

I'll be off. I have to meet Buster.

- How is Buster, love?

- He's fine.

Are we "not guilty" again today, Buster?

We are.

So, Mr Cunningham, will you tell the court

how many horses do you own?

Seven.

But six now, since that bastard stole one.

Justice, I object.

He is pointing at my client.

That is prejudicial.

That, Mr Crews,

is because your client is on trial here.

That's fair enough, I suppose, isn't it?

He's good, isn't he?

Morning, Ma.

Hello, Mark. Hello, Betty.

- Great news, Ma.

- You're pregnant?

Oh, thank God. A brother for Bono.

I'll start knitting.

It's not a brother for Bono.

A sister for Bono. I'll wife knitting.

- I'm not pregnant.

- Are you sure?

- It's a job, Ma.

- For Bono? He's only six, love.

Mark's got a new carpentry contract.

A big one.

Congratulations, love.

Poor Bono. Growing up an only child.

See you later, Ma.

Hello, Evelyn.

She's looking great. Hope

she paid for that...

- Morning, Agnes.

- My f***in' foot!

Will you two feckin' talk to each other,

and don't be texting.

I see you, Laura, I see you.

Hello, Braden. Look at you.

He's getting hairy like his father.

- A very good morning to you, Agnes.

- Hello, Rab.

- Out last night doing a bit of reggae'?

- I am not from Jamaica.

# Lie down girl

Let me push it up, push it up #

Here, Rasta man... Take

the air out of that.

Mr Cunningham...

Is it true that you starve your animals?

Tom Crews, solicitor. C-R-E-W-S.

In fact, were you not found guilty

of the mistreatment of your horses

on four occasions over the past 12 months?

Justice, if I may...

Mr Cunningham is not on trial here.

Go somewhere else, please, Mr Crews.

With, with, with the questions.

Yeah, the...

He...

- A horse. He...

- Psst!

Come.

Do we have a question, Mr Crews?

Mr Cunningham,

what is the name of this horse

that you allege my client stole?

I just called him "horsey".

Like, "Come here, horsey, horsey'.

No, not what you called it.

The name-name of this horse.

I mean, it would be on the papers

that you have for this horse.

I don't have papers.

He didn't come with papers.

You have a photograph of this horse?

What the f*** would I be doing

taking a photograph of a horse for?

Justice, without any evidence

of the existence of this horse,

how can my client be

accused of stealing it?

To all intents and purposes,

this horse does not even exist.

I have a very busy day ahead of me.

I cant spend time on the theft

of an invisible horse.

Case dismissed.

How can a one-pound box of chocolates

put on five pounds?

It's beyond my apprehension.

Cathy's talking about getting me

something nice for my birthday.

Really? What?

Tickets to go to Placido Dodominigo.

Oh, lovely. For a week or 10 days?

Speaking of birthdays, I don't know what

to get my Sharon for hers next week.

- Get her a book.

- No, she has one.

You know, Winnie,

I live for these little chats of ours.

- Me, too, Agnes.

- Here, come on.

Off with you. I have work to do.

OK.

Yes, love?

What's the difference between

those apples for 50 cents

and those for apples for 75?

Well these ones are low fat.

They're called Granny Smith Lite.

I'll take of the low fat 75 cent ones.

That's 1.50, love, please.

There you go.

Have a nice day.

You're a gas, Agnes.

The low fat ones should be cheaper.

- Winnie, off with you. Go on, go.

- Right.

Farm-fresh eggs!

So fresh the hen doesn't

even know they're missing yet!

Are you all right there, Maggie?

Can you manage, love?

That's 15 stalls in six months.

Bastards.

They won't be happy

till they close us all down.

Then there won't be a Moore Street Market.

Well, they won't take me without a fight,

Fat Annie.

Whoever they are.

Another one gone, Ivan.

Now all we need are four more,

and we can start building.

And once we have started building,

all of the other stall holders

will just shut up shop.

He says get building shopping centre,

or he will rip off your f***ing head

and sheet down your neck.

The working class can f*** my ass.

"Kiss my arse".

What?

The words are "kiss my arse".

"F*** my arse" is an entirely...

Calm down, Ivan.

Your money is safe. No need to worry.

We've started on planning

permission already.

Now...

Let's see which stall will be

the next one to go, shall we?

This one.

- Jesus.

- Are you all right, Agnes?

I got a shiver,

like somebody just walked over me grave.

Annie.

Keep an eye here, will you? I want to

run this up to Cathy at her new job.

No bother, Agnes.

To Cathy.

Good luck in your new job.

I believe in you. Mammy.

Settling in OK there, little lady?

Well, sort of, Mr Bullwhip.

Calm down.

We don't stand on ceremony here, honey.

And it's Cathy. Not

"honey" or "little lady'.

Very good.

Yoo-hoo!

I'm at the window.

- I'm still not sure of my role here.

- I have fruit.

- Look, Cathy...

- Bananas.

People buy something

not because they need it...

...but because we, the

advertising geniuses,

try to find a way to convince them

that they want it.

- Do you?

- You mean, "Do we", babe.

Who the f*** is he?

Right, well...

Settle in, sweetheart.

- Madam.

- Fuckface.

I beg your pardon?

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