Meet the Feebles Page #3

I'd like to Robert you with...

Here Rob old son.

Come on in for a cup of tea.

When are we due on the course?

One o'clock sharp.

It's all arranged.

How's your handicap, Barry?

She's at home baking a cake, boss.

Heavens, Heidi!

You haven't been exercising,

have you?

All that excess flab must put

a terrible strain on your heart.

If you're referring to my muscle tone,

it's never been better.

You must have awful trouble

buying clothes.

Still, at your age I suppose

you might as well let your figure go.

How dare you insult me, you,

you cheap p*ssy?

You shuddering great herbivore!

No wonder Bletch can't stand

the sight of you!

You're lying!

He loves me!

- He detests you!

- That's not true!

You bore him to tears and

you're awful in bed.

It's me he wants.

He can't get enough of me.

Liar!

If you weren't so stupid...

you'd know we've been

having an affair for months.

You liar!

You liar!

Hey, good one!

You showed her!

Right, Robbie.

Now you got everything I told you.

She's in there now,

so you give it your best shot.

Are you sure that this is a good

idea?

She'll love it.

You are my amour, what I adore.

Oh Lucille!

This is the way that I must say

how my heart feels!

Oh, Lucille!

Oh, Lucille!

Oohh, Luc... ciii!

Keep going, keep going!

It's magic!

Under the light

of the Spanish moon...

it's for love that I croon this tune,

Lucille...

Lucille...

Lucille...

I'm terribly sorry.

You must think I'm an idiot.

I should never have done this.

I promise you,

I shan't ever bother you again.

Robert... wait!

How did you know

I love flamenco?

That were beautiful,

just beautiful.

Oh, God!

How did you get in?

Oh, no!

Not the cold cream!

I told you guys before,

stay out of my room!

Stay out!

Flipping heck!

What am I going to do now?

It took me six months

to train that lot.

Not a bad little meat pattie.

Good shot, boss!

Your shot, Cedric!

O thought I told you

to wipe my clubs.

Take that you bastard!

Sh*t!

I'm on form today!

It's a lovely course.

I'm tempted to join

the club myself.

No chance of that,

I'm afraid, Cedric.

You mean they discriminate

against Scots?

No, we just don't like a**holes

in the clubhouse.

Sid, it's really decent of you

to have me in for a lager...

after today's little mishap.

No hard feelings Arthur.

It's just my bad luck.

This sort of thing is

always happening to me.

Did I tell you Sanyd's slapping

a paternity suit on me?

Is that right?

Yeah, she reckons that kid

she dropped is mine.

I'd like to see her prove it, though.

She's slept with half the chorus.

Has he?

She hasn't slept with me.

Oh, no.

I wasn't suggesting anything.

Like you're a mate, Arthur.

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