Asterix and Obelix: God Save Britannia

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ASTERIX & OBELIX

IN BRITAIN:

We've been through hard times.

We've often believed,

and then had to unbelieve.

Can you say that?

But today,

we're on an even keel.

Believe me,

we're going to recover our losses!

Ship to starboard!

Ship to starboard!

Up and at 'em!

What did I tell you?

Over here, my dears.

What the...

At your stations!

Raise the sails!

Get your oars out!

Hurry!

Too late.

Up and at 'em!

Can anyone tell me what that was?

This my friends, this majestic sight,

is the most powerful army

that's ever existed.

It carries Rome's name

to the frontiers of the known world.

At its head

is one man.

A supreme leader.

A warrior who conquered Helvetia,

drove back the Germans,

crushed the Gauls,

and who will now conquer an island

called Britannia.

Britain!

This conquest, my friends,

is not merely one more laurel

in Caesar's crown.

This conquest

is the gift of the Roman people

to Britain's natives.

A barbarian people

who dwell in ignorance,

to whom we will bring

the benefits of Western civilisation.

By golly, this is a jolly rum thing,

eh what?

I say, rather, old fruit.

Britain is inhabited

by a mysterious people

who have one very curious custom:

at five in the afternoon,

everything comes to a halt.

Push! Push!

Hold on.

Why do they do this, O Caesar?

To drink hot Water.

Hot water?

Their favourite beverage.

A cup of hot water?

Gladly. With a cloud of milk, please.

We shall attack the Britons

every day at five o'clock on the dot.

I promise you,

this will be our quickest victory ever!

I say, we should sound the alarm.

Wouldn't it be preferable to run?

Of course.

But a gentleman never runs.

No, not there.

Not there either.

Perfect.

Clear this away, please.

And send for Sir Jolitorax.

Yes, Your Majesty.

With his underhanded methods,

Mr. Caesar has almost annihilated

our army.

Behave, children.

But every remaining free man is here now

and we shall battle to the end.

All the same, Jolitorax,

I wonder

if we can hold out

against the Roman legions forever.

One village has managed this feat.

Really?

Yes. They say its inhabitants

have held out

thanks to a magic potion

that makes them invincible.

If Her Majesty allows,

I shall go and ask them

for help in person.

That's a jolly good idea, Jolitorax.

Where is this remarkable village?

Well?

In Gaul, Your Majesty.

You want to seek help from the Gauls?

Mightn't it be preferable

to be invaded?

Ok for the Gauls.

Jolly good luck, Jolitorax.

And all that sort of thing.

Goudurix...

It's time to wake up.

- Should we start?

- Start what?

- Bashing him around.

- Obelix...

Our leader Abraracourcix entrusted us

with his nephew Goudurix.

To make a man out of him!

It won't happen if we don't bash him.

Obelix, those old-fashioned methods

aren't for us.

Patience, psychology,

and a gentle guiding hand.

That's our method.

The lad will blossom into

a responsible man we can be proud of.

- So do we bash him or not?

- No.

Goudurix,

we wake up early in the country.

In Lutetia this is when I go to bed.

So get lost, bumpkins,

I won't move from this bed.

Obelix...

What? I used psychology.

I didn't bash him around.

He didn't want to move?

The bed moved.

- You guys are crazy!

- It isn't fun for us.

It's for your own good. Let's go.

I've got to get dressed

and do my hair first.

Goudurix, you've been in there

for two hours!

Should I use some more psychology?

Come on.

Your hair's just the same.

No way. Before it wasn't done.

This is the "undone done" look.

It takes a lot of work.

Ok, let's go to the forest.

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