The Mirror Crack'd Page #3
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- Year:
- 1980
- 105 min
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Perhaps you'd care
to join the egg-and-spoon race.
It's just about to start.
- You had a nasty fall.
- Nonsense! I'm not even shaken.
In fact, I'm amazed nothing's broken.
You got away with just a sprain.
I never did discover
the secret of your bone structure.
Long brisk walks as a young woman,
I expect.
Well, you're not walking anywhere
for a few days.
I'll run you back in my car. That's it.
I'll fill you in on all the gossip
you'll miss up at the hall
- when I call round to see you tomorrow.
- Gossip?
I prefer to call it
a healthy interest in human nature.
- Cherry.
- Yes, Mr Bates.
See to that lot upstairs, will you?
to drink us dry.
I'm afraid, Miss Gregg,
that it would seem that our committee
have always felt
that your films are a little,
how shall I say,
risqu for our monthly soire
in the village hall.
- How sweet of you.
- Your lemonade, Vicar.
Oh, thank you. Most kind.
Marina honey, the mayor is upstairs.
I think you should...
- Oh, yeah, yeah. Do excuse me.
- Yes.
Excuse me.
the United Kingdom, Mr Rudd?
Why, no, I've been...
Oh, what a divine necklace!
Well done, Mr Rudd.
First-rate show.
Ah, Mrs Babcock.
Mrs Babcock is our untiring secretary.
The Women's Institute
would be quite lost without her.
I'm sure she's been wonderful.
Now, Miss Giles. How about your cat?
- I keep forgetting its name.
- Matthew.
- That's right!
- Your dear wife had a cat.
Yes, but it always
suffered from eczema.
Carrots. Mashed carrots
and a little warm milk works wonders.
Marina? Mrs Babcock, Miss Gregg.
Miss Gregg, Mrs Babcock.
- Mrs Babcock, lovely to see you.
- Oh, Miss Gregg.
I know this is very silly,
and I'm sure you don't remember,
not with all the millions of people
you meet...
No, no, no, of course not,
How could you? It was ages ago.
It was during the war.
I was in Plymouth in the Wrens
and you came over to entertain
all those marvellous Gls.
Oh, I remember it so well,
just like it was yesterday.
I told you I lost my borage,
last year in the frost?
You know what to do, don't you?
Cut it right down to the ground
in the...
Oh, Mr Rudd, I understand
that you are a film producer.
- No, sir. A director.
- ls there any difference?
Yes, sir. The producer supplies
all the money, the director spends it.
Then the producer yells at the director
for spending too much money,
the director doesn't pay attention
and goes on spending.
The director gets the credit,
the producer gets an ulcer.
It's all very simple. Excuse me.
- It's Lola Brewster!
- It is?
Yes!
It is!
Miss Brewster!
Uh-oh. Mary Queen of Sluts
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