(Seagulls call) Thieves, everywhere! (Rings) (Rings) (Continuous ringing) Er, Bean. Ah, yes. – Would you like a pen, sir?
– Oh, thank you very much. Can you move your car, sir? (Rings) Good morning.
If you’d like to check in, sir. Thank you. Oh… Oh… British. (Rings) (Bell rings) (Bell rings) (Bell rings) (Bell rings) (Seagulls) – (Woman) ‘Hello.’
– Hello. (Bed creaks) (Bed Thumps) (Bed groans, springs twang) Ah. Thank you very much. (Porter clears his throat) (Bean imitates cough ) Hello? (Roar of football fans) (Starts again) (Starts again) (Click) ‘Let’s get outta here! ‘ (Click) ‘The players are… ‘ (Click) ‘# Hallelujah! #’ (Click)
‘Do you know what you are to me? ‘ (Click) ‘# Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelu… #’ (Click) ‘… the whole town.
A spring morning in Paris.’ (Click) ‘# Hallelujah, Hallelujah… # (Door shuts) (High volume) ‘# Hallelujah! #’ (Click) ‘That’s my heart beating. ‘Does it go like a subway train? ‘ (Click and chanting football fans) (Click and cheesy organ music) (Click) ‘… coming down off the hill.’ (Click) ‘# Hallelujah!
Halle-lu-jah… #’ Will you be quiet! (Switches TV off) Sorted him out! (# Sultry jazz) (Drilling, thumping) (Banging and drilling continues) (Squeaks) (Running water) (Man singing and whistling) (Drilling) (Drilling stops) Excuse me. Got a bit of a problem.
Could you…? Certainly. How can I help, sir? I left my watch in the bathroom
and now I can’t open the door. – Allow me to try, sir.
– Must be jammed. – Yes, very odd.
– I can’t understand. It was OK. The lock’s on the other side. I need to get my watch back. I’m sorry, Sir. Nothing like this has never happened
before. I’ll get someone on to it. Morning. A-ha! (Woman) I don’t think I’ll be able
to eat again for another year. (Door shuts) Ha-ha! Um, excuse me. Are these all right? – No. I do apologize, sir.
– That’s OK. So hot. (Muffled pop music) Shhhhh! (Music stops) (Lift dings) (Woman screams) (Audience cheering and applauding) Ah, that was marvelous, Mr LaRue,
marvelous. They love you. They always do, dear.
Now how about just one more encore. They deserve me, the darlings. OK, Matthew.
Take Mr LaRue’s trunk to his car. 426, please. Certainly, madam. ‘Ere. That’s my frock.