Don't tell me. A Renaissance painting. Foosball, you know? Foosball! F-F-F-Foosball? What does he think this is, a pub? Just because we don't have opposable thumbs doesn't mean we don't play bar games. Yes, sire, but I feel your life is in danger. Listen, Winnebago- if I may call you that- when history speaks of me, and she will, I want to be remembered as the "Party Prince." As you wish. You chaps know me- I'm no snob. Right? But this cat is too much. He's an embarrassment to our whole way of life. Oh, he's a disgrace to the furry race. "My pillow isn't soft enough. My TV remote won't work." Don't get your knickers in a twist. I know he's a pain in the neck, but we just got to keep him safe till Monday. Yeah. My loyal and fragrant subjects, please. Thank you. Briefly, I hate Mondays. Just hate 'em. Therefore, I decree, from this day forward, there will be no more Mondays. - What? - What? Got it? Today is Tuesday, then. Happy Tuesday, everybody. Yeah, I think he's lost it. Like I said, we just got to keep him safe till Tuesday. Hello, Rommel. Ah-ha-ha! I have a present for you. Prince's favorite pillow. Sniffy, sniffy, Rommel. Sniffy, sniffy. Ooh, bad pillow. Ooh! Kill kitty. Kill kitty. Oh, what a clever boy. Eat the cat. Yum, yum, yum. I think you're ready. Uh-oh, here comes trouble. Eat the pussycat. There's a good chap. Operation Feline Protection under way. I'm on it. Hoo-hoo! Yeah, yeah. Oops. Bon appйtit. Here, kitty, kitty. Come to Rommel. Where are you, my little furry friend? Hello, Rommel. Eat kitty. No, no kitty, Rommel. But we have something better to chew on. No kitty? That's right: no kitty. Bring Lord Dargis's new trousers, please. Pig, the trousers! Uh, trousers. Thank you, Sam. And now, Rommel, how about a nice tug of war? Yeah. Ooh! Lord Dargis better watch out next time Rommel's on the loose. Hello, Smithee. You're in good spirits today, sir. Yes. For some reason I feel a great burden has been lifted. A burden, sir? What do you make of my new suit, Smithee? Hmm? Oh, very smart, sir. Oh, Smithee, I've invited Miss Westminster for tea on Monday, and it's extremely important she feel welcome. Why don't you bring up a bottle of the very best champagne? And set out the Prince Royal china, silver service. You know the type of thing. Very good, sir. Uh, trousers. Yes, I'd like to speak to Miss Westminster, please. Hello, Rommel. Did we enjoy our little snack, then, hmm? Trousers. Ah, Miss Westminster... Trousers! Care to pop over and have a little... Oggy! Oggy! Oggy! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oggy! Oggy! Oggy! Oi! Oi! Oi! Isn't this fantastic? Yeah. Who ordered the pasta? - Oh, it's for the kitty. - Oh, good Lord. What gruel is this? Quite right, old boy. They must have given me yours. Garfield, since when do you say no to lasagna? You do realize I'm a cat, don't you, sir? You know, he doesn't seem like himself. He's probably just a little jet-lagged. I suppose I should probably force down a bite or two to keep up my strength. Oh. It does have a unique texture. So, Liz, I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been kind of anxious to, um... Why am I clapping? I'm sorry. What were you saying? Oh, spot on. Never have I tasted its equal! Oh! Oh, Garfield, that's gross! Please, sir, may I have some more? Oh! Does a Great Dane live here? It's a Carlyle log, my lord: a savory of liver and spleen served in a sleeve of sheep's intestines. And you're supposed to eat it? What is this, "Fear Factor"? Intestines? Spleen? I'm the king, right? Prince, actually. Same difference. I rule, yes? Yes, Your Highness. Great. Then feed this to the humans and just bring me a piping hot dish of lasagna, okay? I'll see to it at once, sire. Now it says we add the ricotta cheese. Ducks! You're supposed to sift the flour, not sit in it! Don't yell at us. We're ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Хищник 2 на английском - текст Ганг Хо на английском - текст Вечера на хуторе близ Диканьки на английском - текст Москва слезам не верит на английском - текст Стюарт Литтл на английском |