Oh, yeah.
MRS. WICKET: Huh? What's this, huh?
Rubbish, huh?
Ah! Oh, no.
Ta-ta!
That's clear. All right.
MRS. WICKET: Oh.
Oh, no!
MRS. BEAN: Look.
What do you think of that?
Let me see.
Hmm.
Ah-ha.
Your Majesty.
What's this?
Ma'am.
Well, let's just get this sucker in here.
May I?
Thank you.
MAN ON TV: Presents, The Queen Indoors.
Today, we are privileged to be present
as Her Majesty chooses the wallpaper,
absolutely fascinating.
Isn't it fascinating?
There's, uh, this one, ma'am?
Hmm?
No. Rubbish.
No.
Her Majesty declined
- her choice... - No.
What do you think?
No, no, no.
Oh, this is very popular.
Hmm. One does like that.
Yes. Her Majesty likes that.
MR. BEAN: Oh.
I wonder.
Hmm.
I think we should.
Yes.
Right.
Good.
Hmm.
Yeah.
Right.
Good.
Excellent.
All right.
Whew!
This is a really...
Oh.
How did they--oh, yeah.
No. Was it?
Oh, gosh. How was that?
Oh. I know.
Hmm, oh.
What is that thing?
Oh, where is that thing gone?
No.
It must be here somewhere.
I think, uh...
Where was it?
Here?
Oh, darn.
Ah.
There it is.
There we are.
One does like that.
Yes, Her Majesty...
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Oh, that's it.
Hmm.
I wonder.
Come on. Come on.
Here we go.
Right.
Here we are.
Hmm.
Good.
Very nice, very nice.
All right. Now there's a new wall.
Thank you, Your Majesty.
Oh, it's the least I could do.
Nothing, I was a work at the moment.
Oh.
Hmm.
Ah-ha.
Your Majesty.
And some of those as well.
Ah.
That should do it.
All right.
Very nice.
That was nice.
All right.
Ta da da ta ta ta!
Oh, thank you. Oh, thank you.
- Oh, I am. - All righty now,
let's see what we got in here.
There must be something.
It'll help us close.
There we go.
Very good.
And how are you, soldier?
Carry on.
Holy cow. Look at that!
And I thought I was miles away.
The Palace.
I can't believe it.
Keep your powder dry, son.
I got to see this.
MRS. WICKET: Mary, come on.
- Don't be such a baby, - No, it's mine.
- I know you... - MAN: Hold exactly there now,
would you? That's wonderful.
Oh.
Thank you very much.
Terrific!
- Oh. - Don't be so tight.
Oh, excellent, excellent.
Excellent, carry on.
Wow.
What are you doing here?
I can't believe my luck. I just don't believe this.
- I never thought that... - Excuse me.
You don't mind if I take a few pictures, do you?
Yeah, you must be footman.
- Let me get a picture of you. - Oh, yes, yes.
- Take a picture, all right. - Now, look at that baby.
- I'm very proud. - MRS. WICKET: Hey.
MAN: Oh, over here is a door. I bet that door goes to the...
Aye.
What have you done to this room?
I can't believe my luck.
Here's a little something for you, folks.
Thank you very much.
I'll see you later.
Oh.
- All set. - Um.
Hey
What's she doing?
Thank you, my loyal subjects.
Oi, you may approach.
Me?
- It's you, it's you. - Oh, no.
Come here. Here.
Seat to the Queen.
- Oh. - All right, sit.
- MARY: Yes.
Yes.
Welcome.
- Thank you. - MARY: Oh, thank you.
- Yes, upstairs. - ALL: Thank you.
Enjoy the tour.
Oi, little faster.
MAN: Excuse me, can I take a picture?
Not you, me.
Thank you.
Welcome.
Thank you. Thank you.
MRS. WICKET: Let's see now.
Ten, twenty...
Here we are.
Not bad, not bad.
Ah, that's for you.
Oh. Yes.
And we're locked in for the day.
MR. BEAN: How about me?
Oh, take that.
Huh? But--now look,
I want my share.
I'm the queen here.
All right, Your Majesty.
We'll fix our balance here.
Oh.
No.
No. Look, I'm...
Oh, all right.
Are you happy now?
Good.
- Hmm, one does like that. - Yes.
MR. BEAN: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
How many else have you got?
- Hmm, no, no. - MAN: She changes
her royal mind.
- Ah. - MR. BEAN: Oh, no.
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
It can't be.
Ah!
MRS. WICKET: Wait for it. Wait for it.
Three, two, one, go.
What's happening? What's going on?
Excuse me. Excuse me. Madame.
Morning.
Yes,
Mrs. Wicket.
Now, look. I...
Oh, no. Oh, no.
What was I playing at.
MRS. WICKET: No. Oh, no!
MR. BEAN: Oh.