getting inside, actually. - My mum and...you know. - Of course, yeaH. It's getting a bit cold. Erm... - Well, good nigHt. - NigHt. Er... Er... OK. All I want for CHristmas... - is you. - (LaugHs nervously) RigHt. THank you. Good. Good nigHt. Ha Ha Ha! Ho. (¶ Otis Redding: WHite CHristmas) ¶ I'm, I'm dreaming ¶ Dreaming of a wHite... ¶ OH, look, everyone, it's Uncle Jamie. Hi, Uncle Jamie! Yes, oH, splendid. It's lovely to see you all. And, er... I'm off, actually. But Jamie, darling. Sorry. Man's gotta do wHat a man's gotta do. I Hate Uncle Jamie! (Girl) I Hate Uncle Jamie. (Boy) I Hate Uncle Jamie. ¶ And try to listen ¶ To Hear ¶ Hear for tHe sleigH bells ¶ THat are ringing in tHe snow... ¶ Gatwick airport, please. Fast as you can. (¶ Song continues on radio, quietly) ¶ l-l-l ¶ I'm dreaming ¶ Of a wHite... ¶ - NigHt, SaraH. - NigHt, Karl. I, er... - Merry CHristmas. - Merry CHristmas. ¶ I want you to know, may your day ¶ May your day ¶ Be so merry, merry and brigHt... ¶ Hi, babe, How's it going? YeaH. Is it all party, party, party down tHere? ¶ All of your CHristmases ¶ And may all ¶ And may all of your CHristmases ¶ Baby may your days ¶ May your days be merry ¶ Merry, so merry... ¶ - Sam, time for dinner. - I'm not Hungry. Sam, I've done cHicken kebabs. (Sam) Look at tHe sign on tHe door. (Drumming) RigHt. It's a little long. ¶ Dreaming, dreaming of a wHite, wHite CHristmas... ¶ (Doorbell) I'll get it. - OH, Hi. - (Peter) WHo is it? It's carol singers. Give tHem a quid and tell tHem to bugger off. (Turns volume up) ¶ Silent nigHt ¶ Holy nigHt ¶ All is calm ¶ All is brigHt ¶ Round yon virgin ¶ MotHer and cHild ¶ Holy infant ¶ So tender and mild ¶ Sleep in Heavenly peace ¶ Sleep in Heavenly peace ¶ Silent nigHt ¶ Holy nigHt ¶ SHepHerds quake ¶ At tHe sigHt... ¶ (WHispers) Merry CHristmas. ¶ Glories stream ¶ From Heaven afar ¶ Heavenly Hosts sing alleluia ¶ CHrist tHe saviour is born ¶ CHrist tHe saviour is born ¶ EnougH. EnougH now. (Sound turned down) (Doorbell) WHat tHe Hell are you doing Here? You're supposed to be at Elton JoHn's. Well, I was tHere for a minute or two and tHen I Had an epipHany. - Really? - YeaH. Come on. Just come up. So wHat was tHis epipHany? Erm, it...it was about CHristmas. You realised it was all around. No. I realised tHat CHristmas is tHe time to be witH tHe people you love. RigHt. And I realised tHat, as dire cHance and fateful cockup would Have it, Here I am, mid-fifties, and witHout knowing it, I've spent most of my adult life witH a cHubby employee. (Snorts) And, mucH as it grieves me to say it, it migHt be tHat tHe people I love is, in fact... you. Well, tHis is a surprise. YeaH. Ten minutes at Elton JoHn's and you're gay? No, look. I'm serious Here. I left Elton's and a Hefty number of Half-naked cHicks witH tHeir moutHs open in order to Hang out witH you at CHristmas. - Well, Bill... - It's a terrible, terrible mistake, cHubs... but you turn out to be tHe fucking love of my life. And to be Honest, despite all my complaining... we Have Had a wonderful life. Well... tHank you. I mean, come on, it's been an Honour. I feel very proud. OH, look, don't be a moron. (Clears tHroat) Come on, let's get pissed and watcH porn. (Natalie) 'Dear sir, Dear David, 'Merry CHristmas and I Hope you Have a very Happy New Year. 'I'm very sorry about tHe tHing tHat Happened. 'lt was a very odd moment and I feel like a prize idiot. 'Particularly because - 'if you can't say it at CHristmas, wHen can you, eH? - 'I'm actually yours. WitH love, your Natalie.' Jack, yeaH, I need a car. RigHt now. THank you. (¶ Pointer Sisters: Jump) OH, don't wait up. I'd like to go to WandswortH, tHe dodgy end. Very good, sir. ¶ Tell me How you want me ¶ I can feel it in your Heart beat ¶ I know you like wHat you see... ¶ (Terry) Harris Street. WHat number, sir? (David) OH, God, it ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Перестройка на английском - текст Близнецы на английском - текст Пара Пара Сакура на английском - текст Просто кровь на английском - текст Зови меня Джинн на английском |