- Eighty? - At least. - Just a minute, young bear. - Hm? Thought I told you to wash behind your ears. Oh, but I did, Mrs Bird. I... I wonder how that got in there. I really feel at home in Windsor Gardens. - Bonjour, mademoiselle! - Good morning, Paddington. - I brought you breakfast. - Thank you. Your sandwiches always put me in a good mood. Morning, Dr Jafri. Haven't forgotten your keys, have you? Keys? Keys! Oh, oh! - Well caught. - Thank you, Paddington. You're welcome. Glorious day, Colonel. Is it? How absolutely thrilling. How was your date, Miss Kitts? Well, he wasn't the one, but you know what they say. - Plenty more fish in the sea. - Exactly. Thank you!
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Whoo-hoo!
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Quite good being a bin.
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It seems an awful lot of hard work when you can go by boat or plane or even train. But that's not the point. She's been cooped up all summer illustrating a series of adventure stories and has decided she wants one of her own.
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Hm-hmm. With your wife? So that all seems pretty secure.
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Ah!
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I've really got to grips with how things work.
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And I believe I know just where to play them.
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This is the life, lads. Freedom!
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- Morning, Paddington. - Morning, Mr Barnes. - Bye, Paddington. - Au revoir, mademoiselle. Right, test me. What's the quickest way from Baker Street to Big Ben? Ah, an easy one.
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Nice try, Brown. Your plan seems to have stalled. Like your vehicle. Try the choke. Go on, try the choke. You're flooding it. - Clutch down, second gear, Mr Brown. - What? - What you doing? - After three. - What's going on? - Three. You're illegally perambulating on a public highway. Put your backs into it. Do not push that vehicle! Bring Paddington home. - Thank you. - Go, go, go! Oh!
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Oh, thank Larry it's there. Thank Larry, Johnny and all the ghosts of the avenue. Yeah, well, that was close, weren't it? Eh? - Too close, if you ask me. - Hold your nerve, Macbeth. Screw your courage to the sticking place. We are so nearly there. I have followed this lady through the whole of London and collected every one of her clever little clues. Aye. But what do they mean? It's just a jumble of letters, ain't it? Au contraire, mon ami. Uh-uh. They are not letters at all. - They are... musical notes. - Indeed, Poirot.