Wonderwall

"In The First Place"

The Remo Four! George Harrison.

Day begins to crumble.

Can't believe my eyes.

Falling down and down and down.

It comes as no surprise.

I begin to stumble.

Losing my control.

Feeling like a blind man.

Who is searching for his soul.

Never be the same.

Never be the same again.

Will it ever be the same again.

As it was in the first place.

I've been feeling humble.

Since you went away.

Now I feel there's nothing left.

That's right for me to say.

Never be the same.

Never be the same again.

Will it ever be the same again.

As it was in the first place.

Never be the same.

Never be the same again...

Goodnight.

Have a nice weekend, Mr. Collins.

Same to you, my dear Perkins.

Goodnight, Mr. Collins.

Have a nice weekend.

Have a nice weekend,

Mrs. Charmer.

"Check everything into order.

Return subject of experiment

to morgue.

Cheese to mice."

"Umbrella.

Briefcase."

"Electricity off."

Goodnight. Have a nice weekend.

"Microbes" by George Harrison

Ahhh!

Camera obscura. Ahhh!

"Wonderwall To Be Here"

by George Harrison.

No, no, Perkins!

Not with the sugar tongs!

Mother? Ls that you?

Ahhh!

"Red Lady Too"

by George Harrison.

Ah! No use, no use!

Out!

Out!

Out...

Oscar!

No, mother!

You're wrong, mother. No, no!

You're wrong. You're wrong.

Here you are, sir.

"Thank you"!

It's too much, man!

"Greasy Legs"

by George Harrison.

Oh! Mr. Collins.

Mrs. Peurofoy.

- I say, are these yours, dear?

- Oh, yes, yes, of course.

Only I found them

outside on the landing.

Yes, I know, I know...

Crumbs!

- Ain't it a lovely day, Mr. Collins?

- Yes.

What's the matter with him?

I say, dear...

- Mr. Collins...

- Yes?

I've been meaning to tell you, sir,

two hours ain't enough.

- I beg your pardon?

- Two hours, it ain't enough time.

I mean I can't do a whole week's

washin' up in a couple of hours.

There's the laundry wants sorting.

I've got a bed to change.

- I beg your pardon, sir.

- Er... why?

- Why what?

- Why is it not possible?

Because it just ain't.

I mean you take the dishes alone.

I've got to wash and dry...

- You what what?

- Dry, sir.

Yes, I know it is. But it's not

going to last, Mrs. Peurofoy.

Do you hear that sound?

What?

Electricity.

Static electricity.

The air is full of it. Look.

Oh, I see.

- But I still think it isn't enough.

- Oh, it's more than enough.

I'm telling you straight,

Mr. Collins, it ain't.

Oh!

Oh, Mr. Collins!

Your lovely butterriies!

However did that happen?

I hit them with my time machine.

With your what machine?

Eh, the clock, Mrs. Peurofoy,

the alarm clock.

Oh, love'em, pretty dears.

Not to worry. They all riew away.

Free as a riutter.

Oh!

"Ski-Ing" by George Harrison.

"Gat Kirwani"

by George Harrison.

Oh, thank you, dear.

- You're hovering again!

- Pardon?

You're hoo...

- ...hovering again.

- Yes, I know, dear.

- I don't like it.

- Well, I must do it once a month, sir.

But it's only been

three weeks and a half.

No, dear, four.

Four weeks, Mr. Collins.

Oh, that's not right, Mrs. Peurofoy.

I'm behind my work.

No more hovering today,

Mrs. Peurofoy, please. Now go now.

But I've only done

the hour and a half.

That's all right. I'll pay you

for two. Here you are.

Oh, dear!

I don't think I got any change...

Oh, that's all right.

Take the lot. And just go.

Thank you very much, sir.

Sorry about the change.

By the way, is your daughter

any better, Mrs. Peurofoy?

Daughter? 'Bout daughter!

I'm not even married, dear.

Oh... Well, we shall all be married

sooner or later, eh, Mrs. Peurofoy?

Says you.

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