Three-two-five. Three-two-six. Three-two-seven. Here goes, Paddington. Manners. Fall in.
Paddington 2
2.6s
I just need to hold on till then.
Paddington 2
2.7s
Brown, P. Laundry duty.
Paddington 2
1.9s
The hunt begins.
Paddington 2
12s
Of course they won't, Paddington. This is the Browns you're talking about. They'll sort everything out, and I'll be able to go home and get your present, and everything will be right as rain.
Paddington 2
24.4s
Forget the medic. Better send a priest. - You listen to me, you little maggot. - Listening. - Nobody criticises my food. - Right. Nobody squirts condiments on my apron. - Got it. - And nobody bonks me on the head with a baguette. - No bonking. - I'll overhaul the menu all right. - Really? - Dish of the day. - Yes? - Bear pie! I don't like it!
Paddington 2
15.5s
Get up off the floor, you bunch of yellow-bellies! Listen to me. This bear is now under my protection. - Oh? - Anyone who touches a hair on his back will answer to Knuckles McGinty.
Paddington 2
9.1s
Marmalade? My Aunt Lucy taught me to make them. You mean, you can make this? - Well, yes. - Stand aside.
Paddington 2
3.9s
- What is this? - It's a marmalade sandwich.
Paddington 2
3.2s
- Thank you, Mr McGinty. - Don't thank me yet.
Paddington 2
3.2s
That's Knuckles with a capital N.
Paddington 2
1.2s
Chaps?
Paddington 2
2s
Hang on. Was it mustard?
Paddington 2
1.7s
Hmm... no.
Paddington 2
6s
Well, Grandfather, tonight we go in search of clue number two.
