MRS. WICKET: Now, look here. Are you listening?
Hey, you, look at it, you twit.
All this is gonna go.
You, take the mower
and get on with it, right?
Okay.
A-ha.
Oh.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
- Oh.
MR. BEAN: Ah.
Hmm?
Morning.
All right.
Here we go.
Okay. Ready?
Three, two,
one, go.
Hmm.
How you getting on?
Well.
Ah.
Coming, coming.
MRS. WICKET: What?
You got a room to rent?
No.
- Oh.
Hmm.
Oh, come in, then.
There you are.
Oh. Hmm.
Take it or leave it.
Okay, thank you.
Oh. Hmm, hmm, hmm.
No, no, no. Hmm.
Oh, no, no, no.
Yeah.
What's all the--
Oh.
Cup of tea?
Uh-huh.
What the...
Hmm.
Right.
Huh?
Oh.
What's this?
It's so extraordinary.
Hmm.
His experiment?
Look at this.
I wonder which...
Whew.
Now, what does this do?
Come on.
Hey, mate.
Oh. Hey.
MRS. WICKET: What's going on?
MRS. WICKET: Pepper!
Get out of it.
- Morning. - Come on now.
Oh.
- Oh. - Oh, come on.
Here, Scrapper!
Hmm.
Ah, yes.
MRS. WICKET: Hang on.
Hang on, sweetheart. Someone, please.
Oh, hurry up.
Don't look down.
Ah.
Oh.
Push, push, push, push, push, push.
Push.
Oh.
MRS. WICKET: Bean. Oh!
- There. - Oh.
There.
- There. - Thank you so much.
Oh, come in, have a Ramekin biscuit.
Oh, no, no. The two of you
devil dirty, people.
Mr. Bean,
you are moving upstairs.
But, but, but...
Oh, no.
Oh.
Back to work.
Oh.
Yes.
Oh, hmm.
Hey?
Oi.
Hey, you.
- MR. BEAN: I can explain.
- No, you don't understand. - Hey.
- You don't understand. - Come here. Hey.
Let's get-- no, no, look at this.
It's a high tech sofa.
it's fantastic, it's fantastic.
Hmm? Oh.
Whoo!
Hmm.
My thought.
No, not ahead.
Oh, no.
Revenge.
MRS. WICKET: Nee-naw, nee-naw, nee-naw.
MAN:
Ta-da.
Oh.
MAN: Oh, if you feel like...
Oh, la, oh.
Oh.
Step on.
Hey, all right.
- Press the button. - Yes.
Hey, how about that?
Uh-huh.
MRS. WICKET: Sorry Scrapper.
Now, what's he up to?
Don't think you couldn't get one up from me.
Now, let's have a look-see.
Oh.
MAN: Yeah.
Oh.
Yes. Good.
Cheers.
Oh!
I got it!
- MRS. WICKET: Oh.
- Please sit down. - Ooh.
What a place.
- Oh, smoke. - No.
Ooh.
Look.
MRS. WICKET: Oh.
And wine.
Just the top.
- Oh. - MRS. WICKET: Oh, no!
Oh, stop it.
MAN: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, get it off.
Get it off.
No, no, no, no, no, you don't.
Ow. Will you get me down?
Oh. Ow.
Oops. It's not my fault.
How dare you!
MAN: Oh.
MR. BEAN: Yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Oh, excellent.
MRS. WICKET: And don't you come back!
It's not my fault.
Bye.
You.
Bye-bye. Bye-bye.
What's that?
Oh, it's something about the rat.
What's that?
Dear, oh, dear. Oh, dear.
MR. BEAN: Oh.