( music playing )
( flashlight bulb shatters )
( door slams )
( humming )
( sighs )
MR. BEAN: Right. One for me...
and one for Teddy.
Good evening.
If you'd like, follow me, sir.
This way.
Oh, here we are.
Ha, stay there.
Mmm.
Ta-da!
Is this yours?
( chuckles ) No?
That's yours.
There we are.
Go on, dig in.
( munching )
Hmm.
Hmmm...
Uh, Teddy, can I have a chip?
Are you sure?
Oh, you're too kind.
Another one?
Hmm. Go on.
Mmm.
There we go. A spot of telly.
Come on.
( mumbling )
MR. BEAN: God's sake!
It must be here somewhere.
( flaps lips )
Ah.
No.
Ah.
( indistinct voiceover on TV )
Polar bears?
Oh, you'd like to move table, sir?
Here we go.
Here you go. Ah.
( Mr. Bean giggles )
( sighs )
Okay?
( plate breaks )
In you go!
( grunting )
( tires screeching )
MAN: Hey you!
( car honks )
Aha!
- Right. - ( elevator bell dings )
( bell dings )
Floor six. Floor six.
- Don't cheat, man. - Oh, come on.
Come on.
( bell dings )
( screaming )
( woman screams )
( grunts )
( elevator bell dings )
( whistling melody )
Oh, wrong floor.
( bell dings )
( muttering )
( gasps )
( contented sigh )
Teddy. Teddy.
( clears throat )
Are you buying this?
Oh! Oh!
- Ahem. - Uh, what?
- ( whines ) - It's ours.
Oh.
Eh...
( gasps )
( tires screeching )
( crashing )
( tires screeching )
Aha.
Oh.
( sighs )
Oh...?
WOMAN: This will do nicely.
- Gimme! - Oh!
Ah.
Look like I can sell this. I can sell that.
I can sell the...
( mumbling )
This and this.
Hmm.
Huh? Hmm.
( muttering )
- Hello. - Morning.
I've got others just like that.
- Ohh! Don't touch that! - MAN: Yes, it is.
- Yes, it is. - It's all--
- it's all I've got. - No, no, no.
No. Let me...
Shh, be quiet.
Ohh!
Not this!
Oh.
( cries )
Oh, all right.
- ( girl cackles ) - Teddy.
Ohhh!
Um, tell me...
Teddy!
Teddy! Teddy, come back here.
( bus honks horn )
- Give me the teddy, please. - A tenner.
MR. BEAN: Give me the teddy.
No, wait.
Give me the ted--
Gimme.
( muttering )
All right.
- Thank you. - Mummy!
Now, Teddy, don't you dare
wander off like that again.
( metal hinges squeal )
- Take it away, Guv. - MR. BEAN: Stop! Stop! Stop!
Why didn't you at least take the sofa?
( clears throat)
Excuse me.
- Um, how much? - Three.
Uh, three, uh, hundred.
( laughs )
Three hundred! Three hundred!
( tires screeching )
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Gangway. Gangway.
- Oh. - Hmm.
- WOMAN: Hmm, nice.
It would go with the coffee table, George.
- MR. BEAN: Ahhh... - WOMAN: I like the shape,
- don't you? - MAN: Shape?
WOMAN: Nice with the pictures, too,
- wouldn't it? - Hello.
Uh, good morning, sir. Good morning, madam.
- WOMAN: Mr. Bean? - Bean.
- Uh, yes, sir. - We're very interested in this.
Oh, the sofa. Hmm...
- I think he's surprised. - ( sniffing )
WOMAN: Is it all right?
This sofa...
smells...
No, no, no, no, no.
Whereas, this here...
( mumbling )
Ahem, ahem. What do you think you're doing?
WOMAN: Excuse me.
It's the cushion I want.
Oh, the cushion.
It's the cushion she wants.
Very nice choice.
Oh!
( Mr. Bean exulting )
Oh, Teddy.
( grunting )
Out, or three hundred!
Oh.
- Cash! - Oh. Cash.
( cheering )
To you, to you, to you. Round the corner.
Okay.
- There you go. - What?
No.
Oh, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Take the sofa away.
( laughing )
What?
( Mrs. Wicket clears throat )
Mr. Bean, move it.
( sighs )
( tires screech )
Ohh.
( grunting )
Off you go.
( giggles )
What?
( muttering )
( tires screech )
( ignition starts )
What the dickens?!
Oh.
Look at this.
All nice.
Now...
Where's that thing gone now?
Oh, no. Oh, no.
( mumbling )
It's still there. Excuse me.
I was just hoping. I hope I-- Have you got that--
Have you got that...
Huh? Huh?
- ( car starts ) - Oh, no.
Stop! Stop!
Stop! Ohh!
Why did you-- ( gibbering )
A sale is a sale.
Oh, yes. All right, stop, stop!
( sighs )
( music playing )
( flashlight bulb shatters )
MR. BEAN: Ohh.