Wallace and Gromit in 'A Matter of Loaf and Death'

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Oh, it's you.

Nooo !

Lovely cheese.

I could just wash it...

I was just coming, lad.

Pop away, Gromit

Howdy Ho.

Oh, no.

Thanks lad.

Fill her up, lad.

Lovely cup, Gromit.

But slightly diesely aftertasted perhaps.

How's that breakfast coming on ?

Well done, lad.

Very well done.

Thanks, dog.

Oh. Oh, dear. Another baker.

Battered with his own rolling pin.

Would you credit it?

Still, looking on the bright side,

I suppose it means more business for us.

We're on the roll, lad.

Good days work, man.

We're bang on...

...target.

I'm light as a feather.

I'm a bake-o-lite girl.

Gromit, did you see

who that was?

She's in trouble.

Here, Gromit. Take the wheel.

Don't afraid, madam.

Tea cakes lad.

The whole meal fruit on my knees.

I should have tried

the granary roads.

Oh, egg.

Oh, dear. Are you alright, miss?

Madam?

Oh, I do apologise.

It's an honor to be your help.

I must get those brakes seen.

We're so grateful,

aren't we, Fluffles?

- Fnuffles.

- Oh, it was nothing.

What a lovely little doggie.

My name is Piella. Piella Bakewell.

I know who you are, miss.

Light as a feather,

you're the bake-o-lite girl.

Oh, that's me.

I'm Wallace.

I'm in bread myself.

Oh, really?

- Are you still ballooning, Miss...

- I do beg your pardon?

Oh, no, no. I mean

the bake-o-lite balloon.

- Do you still fly it?

- Oh, I see. No. Not any more.

Well back to the grind.

As it were.

Good bye, Ms. Bakewell.

Oh, I rather say

"Au revoir".

"Oui, oui, madame",

and "Bon apptit".

Bye-ee.

The bake-o-lite girl.

Oh, fancy that, Gromit.

It's not every day you meet

the girl of your dreams, is it?

Oh, well this isn't gonna put

bread on the table, is it?

Oh, hallo.

We were just passing by

going for a walk...

...and Fluffles insisted on dropping in

hoping you would join us.

Please say yes. She'd be

so disappointed, wouldn't you, Fluffy?

You Fluffy...

Oh. Well if you insist.

But I'm in my work things.

I like a man in uniform.

Come on.

Walkies.

Manage without me, weren't you, lad?

Oh, crops.

Mr. Wallace you are cheeky.

Ooh, am I ?

Oh, made some change,

doesn't it, my fudgecake?

Gromit's gonna love this.

Well I thought you could do

with a woman's touch around the house.

You naughty slobbery boys.

What do you think, Gromit?

You wouldn't know it was

our place, would you, lad?

Fluffles, where are you?

Same time tomorrow,

my apple strudle.

Love is a many splendered thing, Gromit.

But doesn't love tie you out?

I'm cream crackered.

Oh, eck ! Piella's purse.

I was returning for...

Oh. Eh, Gromit?

Funny. I'm sure I heard something.

Oh, there it is.

It must have been there all along.

Early night, Fluffles?

Big day tomorrow.

Our final baker is nicely

potted off.

Good night, Fluffles.

Sweet dreams.

Hello, stranger.

Where have you been?

Hey, wait. Hold your horses.

I've got something

to tell you first, old pal.

Haven't we, dearest?

Of course,

my little cheesecake.

Wallace and I are engaged

to be married.

Till death do us part.

I think congratulations

might be in order, lad.

Oh, I can see he dying to

give me a great big kiss.

I know we're going to get on

like a house on fire.

One big happy family.

- Hello, my vanilla slice.

- Come in, my sponge cake.

- What's going on?

- You have to forgive him.

He's been a bit

security conscious of late.

Well you can't be too careful

these days, can you?

- Not with a serial killer on the news.

- Oh, yes.

How about a nice pot

of cock-a-leakie soup?

Oh, smashing. I've got just

the bread to go with it.

What the...? That dog!

- Smells delicious.

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