giants surveying our emerging empire. Two proud parents. I-I'll just check on Smithee. See if tea is ready. -[quacking] -[barks] Filthy monsters! Come back here, you smelly creature! Come here! Pigs, mark your man! [Grunting] Come here, you smelly individual! [Squeals] You know what? I got two words for that guy. "You're fired." If only it were that simple, sire. [clucking] Swine! Is there a problem, sir? Is there a problem? There's a bull drinking my champagne, the pool's full of wild animals, and a pig just tried to kill me. Yes! I would say there was a problem. I'll tend to it, sir. You'll tend to it immediately! And we'll have tea indoors. Do you think you could handle that? Thank you. There's a good chap. Oh! Has there been an accident? I'm afraid tea will have to wait till later, Miss Westminster. Oh. [chattering] He's about 42 and a half pounds. He has orange fur, more like a burnt sienna. And he answers to the name Garfield. I-E-L-D. [typing] Okay, well, fortunately, Scotland Yard isn't very busy this week. So, uh, we'll put together a task force and our best men and, uh, turn all our resources and attention towards finding your fat cat. Really? No. [whines] -Come on, Odie. -[barks] [clanging] Now, Rommel, it's really quite simple. Uh...? Me... Prince. Prince... me. Provider of food... Food. Right, governor. Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm! Yum, yum. Kill... Kitty! Attaboy, Rommel! There you go! Well done! That's the spirit! Bad boy! Bad boy! Go on, get along! [groans] Smithee. How are you? Do me a favor. Have that polished. There's a good chap. So, what's on your mind, Smithee? Uh... Mr. Hobbs's office called. Are the solicitors convening again, sir? It's nothing at all, Smithee. Papers to sign. You know— boring. Incidentally, when did you last have a holiday, Smithee? Holiday, sir? I can't remember. -Seriously, man? -Mm. What an embarrassing oversight on my part. I insist you have a week's holiday, starting today. Oh, I don't know. I don't think... Oh, Smithee, I won't hear a word of it. I can just see you cycling in the Dordogne, fighting the wild boar in Tristan da Cunha. Farewell, wind to your sails and bon voyage, Smithee. Well, then... thank you... sir. [indistinct conversations] JON: What am I going to do? How am I supposed to find Garfield? -London's really... big. -[Odie barks] I don't care about some alien love baby, okay? I'm worried about Garfield. [barks] Odie, you know what? You're being a real... "Lady Eleanor of Carlyle has left her entire estate to her beloved cat, Prince the 12th." Maybe someone mistook this cat for Garfield. Odie, come on. Come on, buddy! The Venetian crystal chandeliers in this room were commissioned by the Third Earl of Carlyle in the late 18th century. Over here, we have several family portraits painted by the Dutch master Van Dyck. These are amongst the many treasures to be found at Carlyle. [singing] -PRESTON: Oh, hogwash! -Huh? I tell you, this cat is mocking us at every turn. WI NSTON: Preston, calm yourself. We're only doing what is best for everybody. PRESTON: How much longer must we sustain this charade? I can't believe this cat is so stupid as to think he's actually royalty. Well, he does, and house cat or not, we need him. Wha...? House cat? Just have a little patience. Patience? Ha! Admit it, Winston. This buffoon couldn't groom the paws of a real king. Buffoon?! [acoustic guitar plays sad melody] ## ## Golly, this is without a doubt my all-time crummiest moment. Huh? Jon. Man, I've been such a stupid, selfish cat. [sniffling] I've lost my friend. I've got to find him. The original medieval kitchen has stood on this site since 1485... Yes, yes, it's big. It's old and it's ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Перегон на английском - текст Чудо на 34-й улице на английском - текст Без компромиссов на английском - текст В богатстве, в бедности на английском - текст Пыль на английском |