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Peter's brothers, right ? |
Uh, heh-heh-heh. |
- I can tell by your fancy accent. |
- But we're sorry to say... we can only tell you where Peter did live... up until yesterday. |
Oh. |
What you're tellin'me, I think, is that my dear, sweet brother Peter... has gone to the Lord. |
He held on for you as long as he could, but yesterday he passed. |
And we came all the way from England. |
Alas. |
Alas. |
And we never got to see him. |
Excuse me. |
I must communicate with me deaf brother. |
- I told you before, she's my woman! |
- No, she's not! |
Hey, don't I know you two ? |
Yeah, I do ! |
You're that-- |
Stand aside ! |
Welcome to America ! |
My dear, sweet MaryJane. |
- Uncle Harvey. |
- Ho-ho-ho! |
Mmm, mmm-- |
Enough. |
Heh-heh. |
Ah,you're as blooming'beautiful as Peter said you was. |
- You sure are. |
- Ha ha ha! |
This is my, uh, valet, Adolphus. |
My English valet, right ? |
Right, right. |
Heh. |
- Isn't he the sweetest looking boy ? |
- Why, thank you, missus ! |
Heh-heh. |
Oh, and this is my Swahili warrior... |
I picked up in Africa on a safari with the Duke of York. |
He makes a great slave. |
Yeah. |
Yes, of course. |
Er, might we, uh, pay our respects to our brother's remainders ? |
Oh, oh, yes, yes. |
Rather, William. |
Uh, my brother says... he'd like to invite friends of the family for supper, people mentioned by our dear Peter so often in his letters. |
- No, I won't forget-- |
- You know, we might just prosper... hanging around with them two. |
More than likely, we'll get our necks stretched. |
Well, that old King juiced it plenty, spittin'out word-for-word everything that young flathead told him. |
And how's that damn dog next door ? |
Smelly as the dickens. |
Oh, thank ya ever so. |
So I says to the pope, |
" Pope, I'd like to stay and help ya, but I've got a blinking'job to do... down in the bloomin' Indian Ocean saving' the blinking' pirates." |
Watch yourself, Huck. |
She's just a girl,Jim. |
Adolphus, have you ever seen the king ? |
- Him ? |
Oh, yeah. |
William III. |
- George IV. |
Oh, the King of England ! |
Oh, why didn't you bloody say so ? |
Course I have. |
He goes to our church, regular. |
But I thought he lived in London. |
- Well, he does. |
- But you live in Sheffield. |
That is to say... he goes to our church when he's in Sheffield. |
Do you go to church ? |
Of course I do. |
We got our own pew right up front. |
- Whose pew ? |
- Why, ours. |
Your Uncle Harvey's, of course. |
What would he need a pew for ? |
Isn't he preaching up in the pulpit ? |
My thoughts exactly. |
Now, do you suppose... there ain't but one bloody, blinkin' preacher to a bloomin' church ? |
- What would they want more for ? |
- Style. |
If it's a priest before a king, you got to have lots of style goin' on. |
In our church, we've got 1 7 bloody, blinking', blooming'preachers. |
- Where's Buckingham Palace? |
- In Buckingham. |
- Who's the King married to ? |
- His wife. |
- What's her name ? |
- Uh, the queen. |
- Queen what ? |
- Queen of England. |
Ha ! |
You don't know anything, do ya ? |
Well, I think... |
-you're the biggest fibber-- |
-Susan! |
How dare you speak to him so, him being a stranger in a strange land, so far from his own people. |
He was telling a few stretchers, and I wasn't swallowing them. |
You apologize to him this instant. |
I apologize, Adolphus. |