Nanny McPhee Page #7
Six.
Let me not beat about the bush, Cedric.
You have too many children.
- Ah, that.
- Don't interrupt.
Your wife, my poor, weak-minded niece,
had no sense of proportion.
However, I know where my duties lie.
I gave her my word that I would help.
As you know, Cedric, my word is my law.
I now propose to help you further.
- Oh, thank you, Aunt Adelaide. Thank you.
- Don't interrupt. Sit down.
This is my proposal.
I shall relieve you of one of your children...
and give it a home with me at Stitch Manor.
[thunderclap]
[gasps]
It will require sacrifice on my part.
I realise that.
But as my sainted father always said,
"Duty, Adelaide, always duty."
- You mustn't. I can't possibly...
- Thank me enough. I know.
You must feel quite overwhelmed
by the benefits of such a plan.
Your fortunate daughter,
for it must be a girl
and not one of those other things,
in literature, history, deportment
and above all, elocution.
If there's one thing I won't stand for,
it's loose vowels.
What did Papa say? He must have
told her not to even think of it.
He didn't say anything.
[Tora sighs]
Come on. Let's find the others.
I must be frank.
There is no question of your taking...
Hush now! I'm used to taking responsibility
for other people's mistakes.
Now, where is the bulk of your offspring?
- Ah. Here we are.
- [oinks]
- Oh!
- Baaagh!
- It was a bee. A big bee. Erm...
- Good heavens!
Gone now. Phew.
- Hm.
- You're not well, Cedric.
The sooner you find a good wife, the better.
- [brays]
- This'll put her off wanting any of you girls.
- [oinks]
- Speak up, girl!
Oh! What an unfortunate face.
All those bristles.
It might be very hard
to get her decently betrothed.
[oinking]
Do you not have a more comely girl?
[panting]
[clucking]
- Erm... perhaps round the front of the house.
- Oh!
[pig oinks]
- [brays]
- Chrissie, hurry up!
- Tie it, Chrissie.
- [braying]
- [shrieks]
- [Simon] Eric, stop her!
- Chrissie, stop! She'll see you!
- Papa!
Cedric, I had no idea
that you had produced such a...
such an unattractive batch of females.
I shall leave directly. Get my hat.
Your hat? So soon?
- Really? No, you can't... I'll get it.
- Hewitt!
No!
- A-ha!
- [gasps]
Oh, yes. You'll do perfectly.
A little timid, perhaps,
but we'll soon knock that out of you.
Come on, come on. It can't do any harm to try.
I can't find your... What are you doing?
- This is the chosen one. Get her ready.
- Papa, help!
- Chrissie? You're not listen...
- Shut up, Cedric, and do as you're told!
Nanny McPhee, we need you.
- Nanny McPhee, please, we need you.
- [magical wind rushes]
- Where is my hat?
- [donkey braying]
[brays triumphantly]
Hide!
My hat!
- How dare you!
- [creaking]
- [crashing thud]
- [brays]
[chuckles]
- Oh, my, what a merry game.
- Yoo-hoo!
My, my, what a pretty girl you are.
Oh, this is the girl for me.
Run.
Such poise, such gaiety.
- Ah, there you are, staff.
- Yes, madam.
I'm taking this child with me. Get her ready.
[blows smoochy kiss]
Very well, madam.
Sherry time.
[magical breeze sighs]
Do not forget that someone
has to go with your great-aunt
and it cannot be the donkey, can it?
[birds caw]
[Tora] Well, I'm the eldest girl. I'll go.
[Lily] No. I've always known
I was destined for tragedy. I'll go.
[Aggy] Aggy go.
[Eric] Don't be silly, Aggy.
You're not even a whole girl yet.
[Chrissie] No. She wanted me. I'll go.
[Sebastian] You can't all go.
Well, I am entirely satisfied.
I will keep my word, Cedric,
if you will keep yours.
You must give those children a mother
before the month is out.
No.
What?
You cannot order me around. And you
certainly can't take any of my children.
- l...
- [magical breeze blows]
Your carriage awaits, madam.
Is the chosen one seated?
- lndeed she is.
- Good.
- All is prepared.
- Which chosen one? What's prepared?
Cedric, in view of this afternoon's
happy outcome,
I am willing to overlook
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