Wonderwall

"In The First Place"

The Remo Four! George Harrison.

Day begins to crumble.

Can't believe my eyes.

Falling down and down and down.

It comes as no surprise.

I begin to stumble.

Losing my control.

Feeling like a blind man.

Who is searching for his soul.

Never be the same.

Never be the same again.

Will it ever be the same again.

As it was in the first place.

I've been feeling humble.

Since you went away.

Now I feel there's nothing left.

That's right for me to say.

Never be the same.

Never be the same again.

Will it ever be the same again.

As it was in the first place.

Never be the same.

Never be the same again...

Goodnight.

Have a nice weekend, Mr. Collins.

Same to you, my dear Perkins.

Goodnight, Mr. Collins.

Have a nice weekend.

Have a nice weekend,

Mrs. Charmer.

"Check everything into order.

Return subject of experiment

to morgue.

Cheese to mice."

"Umbrella.

Briefcase."

"Electricity off."

Goodnight. Have a nice weekend.

"Microbes" by George Harrison

Ahhh!

Camera obscura. Ahhh!

"Wonderwall To Be Here"

by George Harrison.

No, no, Perkins!

Not with the sugar tongs!

Mother? Ls that you?

Ahhh!

"Red Lady Too"

by George Harrison.

Ah! No use, no use!

Out!

Out!

Out...

Oscar!

No, mother!

You're wrong, mother. No, no!

You're wrong. You're wrong.

Here you are, sir.

"Thank you"!

It's too much, man!

"Greasy Legs"

by George Harrison.

Oh! Mr. Collins.

Mrs. Peurofoy.

- I say, are these yours, dear?

- Oh, yes, yes, of course.

Only I found them

outside on the landing.

Yes, I know, I know...

Crumbs!

- Ain't it a lovely day, Mr. Collins?

- Yes.

What's the matter with him?

I say, dear...

- Mr. Collins...

- Yes?

I've been meaning to tell you, sir,

two hours ain't enough.

- I beg your pardon?

- Two hours, it ain't enough time.

I mean I can't do a whole week's

washin' up in a couple of hours.

There's the laundry wants sorting.

I've got a bed to change.

- I beg your pardon, sir.

- Er... why?

- Why what?

- Why is it not possible?

Because it just ain't.

I mean you take the dishes alone.

I've got to wash and dry...

- You what what?

- Dry, sir.

Yes, I know it is. But it's not

going to last, Mrs. Peurofoy.

Do you hear that sound?

What?

Electricity.

Static electricity.

The air is full of it. Look.

Oh, I see.

- But I still think it isn't enough.

- Oh, it's more than enough.

I'm telling you straight,

Mr. Collins, it ain't.

Oh!

Oh, Mr. Collins!

Your lovely butterriies!

However did that happen?

I hit them with my time machine.

With your what machine?

Eh, the clock, Mrs. Peurofoy,

the alarm clock.

Oh, love'em, pretty dears.

Not to worry. They all riew away.

Free as a riutter.

Oh!

"Ski-Ing" by George Harrison.

"Gat Kirwani"

by George Harrison.

Oh, thank you, dear.

- You're hovering again!

- Pardon?

You're hoo...

- ...hovering again.

- Yes, I know, dear.

- I don't like it.

- Well, I must do it once a month, sir.

But it's only been

three weeks and a half.

No, dear, four.

Four weeks, Mr. Collins.

Oh, that's not right, Mrs. Peurofoy.

I'm behind my work.

No more hovering today,

Mrs. Peurofoy, please. Now go now.

But I've only done

the hour and a half.

That's all right. I'll pay you

for two. Here you are.

Oh, dear!

I don't think I got any change...

Oh, that's all right.

Take the lot. And just go.

Thank you very much, sir.

Sorry about the change.

By the way, is your daughter

any better, Mrs. Peurofoy?

Daughter? 'Bout daughter!

I'm not even married, dear.

Oh... Well, we shall all be married

sooner or later, eh, Mrs. Peurofoy?

Says you.

Good bye.

"Drilling a Home"

by George Harrison.

"At very close range,

c.f. intermolecular

strong repulsive forces

are not known..."

Of course. Of course!

But apples...

Apples!

Why, my good man, they've

been falling down for years.

But from that to infer that...

Well...

Hmmmm.

Could it be possible?

Well, eppur si muove.

Somebody had to think of it

sooner or later. Huh!

Those Americans.

No wonder. Such budgets!

"Love Scene"

by George Harrison.

"Dream Scene"

by George Harrison.

"Cowboy Music"

by George Harrison.

Hullo?

Listen, he keeps inviting

you out with people.

If he wants you for a movie,

he's gonna ring up your agent, right?

What's the problem?

Oh, um... We're having

a bit of trouble at the moment.

No, she's doing great.

Yeah, we're having a party tonight.

I'd like you to come along.

It's at eight o'clock.

Ask for me

and I'll look after you, course.

Yeah, you'll be okay.

That's what I like about you.

You're much cooler than the others.

Yeah.

Okay. See you then.

Bye.

Oh, that's the boy, Fido.

Hi there.

Remember me?

We met at the elevator.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

Could you spare us some ice?

- Ice from the fridge.

- Er... fridge?

Refrigerator.

Oh. Yes, by all means.

Excuse me.

May I?

- It seems to be stuck.

- Yes.

- There we are.

- That's a lot of ice you got there.

Well, I hope there's enough for you.

- What's that?

- Oh, that's a mantis.

A praying mantis.

It is a tropical insect.

This is the female.

A solitary creature.

She has a habit of devouring

the male of the species

after the love embrace.

- Just like birds.

- Oh, no, no... You're wrong.

Birds are essentially monogamous

and love their mates.

I mean girls.

Oh, I see.

- Well, I have to split.

- Split?

- I mean I must be going.

- Oh!

I hope the party's not disturbing you.

It's for Penny, my girl.

She's got a cover on Vogue.

Vogue, the fashion magazine.

Oh, congratulations.

Not for me. The cycle of Pisces

is coming to an end.

Thanks for everything, Professor.

It was beautiful. So long.

Penny.

"Party Seacombe"

by George Harrison.

"Guru Vandana"

by George Harrison.

Nice cup of tea for you, Mr. Collins.

We have finished, sir.

Finished? Yes?

- Yes. None of them were positive.

- None?

Well, definitely not bubonic plague.

- Pity.

- I beg your pardon?

Pity.

Mr. Collins...

I'm talking about the analyses.

Yes, the analyses, obviously.

- How do you like the sheets?

- Red.

Red?! The water reports?

I mean... send them on.

Huh? Aren't you going

to verify the reports?

Absolutely not. I have work to do.

I... can't see her now.

I can't see her any more.

Mr. Collins, aren't you

feeling very well?

I feel a bit dizzy.

Perhaps you'd better

lie down for a moment.

Lie down... Do you think so?

Yes, I do, certainly.

Frankly, sir, you look

quite off colour.

Once again, thanks for

seeing me home and in bed.

It's only natural that I would.

Well, sleep well, Mr. Collins.

- Goodbye.

- Till tomorrow.

"Glass Box" by George Harrison.

To eat...

or not to eat...

"GlassBox".

Mr. Collins? Perkins here, sir.

I just wanted to know

if you were getting on all right.

What do you mean,

waking me up at dawn?

It's noon already.

- Noon'?

- Yes, sir.

And I... Well, we here are worried

about you, sir. Are you all right?

I'm fine, fine! Goodbye, Perkins.

PENNY ON TAPE'. Area dries

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