Bob the Butler Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 2005
- 90 min
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To simulate this, I've devised
a rather amusing little exercise.
- You're enjoying this, aren't you?
- I'm getting no pleasure from it
whatsoever!
- Yeah, right.
- Bull'seye!
- Now, look,
open wide for one teeny,
or I'll tell your mom.
- But I'll tell her you hit me.
- What?!
- I'll tell her you hit me
and pulled my hair.
Ahhhhh!
- Okay, leave the friggin' food.
- You swore!
You swore
in front of my little brother.
- I will not be blackmailed
by you children.
[Screaming]
- Mrs. Withington,
what happened?!
- Sorry, Miss Jamieson,
but they are the devil's seed!
- Oh, no,
they're just playing with you.
They're delightful children, really.
Undemeath all the horrible stuff.
Please, I promised Jacques
I would not let him down again.
- Ho-ho!
- Ah!
Babysitters...
[phone ringing]
- Hello?
- Bob the Babysitter?
- No, ma'am.
This is Bob the Butler.
- Now, look.
I definitely have this number down
for Bob the Babysitter.
- Well, that was
- But you were a babysitter once?
- Well, yes.
Ahem. Just once.
- Oh, please,
this is an emergency.
- One minute, please.
Rascal, damsel in distress.
May I have your leave?
[Squeaking]
Thank you, Master Rascal.
I'd be happy to.
- Oh... my.
Are you Bob?
- At your service.
- You-you have a piece of tomato
in your hair.
- Oh.
- Ew.
- Gone.
- Okay, well, um,
I want you to meet my children.
This is my daughter, Tess.
- Miss Tess. Hello.
Lovely name.
- My son, Bates.
- Mm. Master...
Bates.
Also lovely.
- Gross.
- What's gross?
- Okay.
Have to go,
so do me a favour and...
do not hurt him.
Bob, please don't sit on any
of the nice chairs unless you have to.
- Okay.
- What's gross?
- Never mind.
Good night, children.
- Good night, Mother.
Enjoy your romantic evening out.
Have fun!
- Don't forget the back ones, Master.
- Why do you call me Master?
- I'm studying to be a butler.
- I don't like it.
Master Bates.
It just feels wrong.
- Indeed.
How about I call you Bates?
- I like that.
- Yeah, just Bates.
- Mm-hmm.
- Miss Tess?
- Uh!
[Sniffing]
- Oh, no. Not again.
Water. Water!
Quick, quick, quick, quick...!
Oh, no.
Hmm. Mm...
Nice chair.
- Bates. You awake?
- When will Mom be back?
- I think Bob's a real find.
He's so stupid,
he didn't even tell me off
for smoking.
- Smoking kills. I read it.
- Sisters kill too,
so keep your mouth shut.
- He let me sleep
in my fireman costume.
- He's crazy.
- I like him
more than Mrs. Withington.
- Would you like
to have him back?
- Can we?
- Leave it to me.
- Thanks for a lovely evening.
- Ah, the pleasure was all mine.
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