Dad's Army Page #4

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How nice. Thank you, rose.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Oh.

I want you to have

a word with frank.

He's got it into his head

he wants to be a spitfire pilot.

He gets dizzy

standing on a chair.

Well, he lives in his head,

that's his trouble.

Ah.

Must have been a racer.

Where do you keep your...

He told me about

that journalist woman.

Arthur?

Shall I roll out the pastry?

Frank said

you drove her home.

Did I?

Oh, yes, that's right,

i believe I did.

Ever so glamorous, frank said.

Really? I hadn't noticed.

Just you remember

which side your bread's buttered.

Pass me that bird.

Here you go.

Thank you for taking me

to the pictures again, frank. It was...

It was ever so romantic.

Thanks for

walking me home.

Mum doesn't like me

being out after dark.

Ooh.

What're you doing?

Kissing you.

What's wrong with that?

People only kiss

like that in the films!

That's what you think.

Morning, miss winters.

Corporal Jones.

A butcher by trade.

But a soldier by nature, ma'am.

More notches on my rifle

than you've had hot dinners.

Not that you've had

too many hot dinners.

You've a fine fettle

of a figure, if I may say.

Here.

Welcome to walmington.

Thank you, Mr. Jones.

Good day.

I saw that, Jack Jones.

You just slipped her a sausage.

I didn't mean nothing by it.

And you never stamped

her book, neither.

Good morning.

Lovely morning.

Quite, quite lovely.

Daphne longfoot.

Charmed, I'm sure.

Rose. Rose winters.

You look busy, mister...

Frazer. Frazer.

Yes, well,

with the invasion any day now,

I expect business

to be brisk.

Yes.

Private Walker.

Call me Joe.

Very young for the home guard, Joe.

Didn't you enlist?

Color blind.

-Oh.

-Thought it was an allergy to corned beef.

Yeah, that and all.

All right, lads?

You need anything

for that article of yours, miss winters,

foolscap, ribbons,

you just let me know.

Will do.

Bonny, bonny lass.

William Hodges, ma'am,

air-raid warden.

Of course, it's me you

should be talking to, not the home guard.

I'm the one who gets

things done around here.

-Gas masks, air-raid warnings...

-We are in your debt.

I'm rushed off me feet.

-Cheerio.

-Ta-ta.

Look at the color, the cut.

I'm telling you, it's Chanel.

I'd know it anywhere.

Chanel in walmington?

She seems

ever so interested in hearing about

your brother's cabbages,

miss Godfrey.

She seems most civilized.

They said that about the ripper.

I won the war

against snails this year.

Salt, that's the answer.

Salt?

Carry on.

She'll be taking our men next.

Mr. sponge said she

kissed your frank, and not on the cheek.

I'd look closer to home

if I was you, Mrs. fox.

She had a big smile

on her face

when she came out

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