[They drunkenly barge into some tearooms]
Withnail:
[pointing at a table]
All right here?
Waitress:
What do you want?
Withnail:
Cake. All right here?
Waitress:
No, we're closing in a minute.
Withnail:
We're leaving in a minute.
[he sits down and picks up a menu]
Withnail:
We want cake and tea.
Tea Shop Proprietor:
Didn't you hear? She said she'd closed. What do you want in here?
Withnail:
Cake. What's it got to do with you?
Tea Shop Proprietor:
I happen to be the proprietor. Now, would you leave?
Withnail:
Ah! I'm glad you're the proprietor, I was gonna have to have a word with you anyway. We're working on a film up here. Locations, see. We might wanna do a film in here.
Tea Shop Proprietor:
You're drunk.
Marwood:
Just bring out the cakes.
Withnail:
Cake and fine wine.
Waitress:
If you don't leave, we'll call the police.
Withnail:
Balls! We want the finest wines available to humanity. And we want them here, and we want them now!
Tea Shop Proprietor:
Miss Blennerhassett, telephone the police.
Marwood:
[with his mouth full]
All right, Miss Blennerhassett, I'm warning you, if you do, you're fired. We are multimillionaires. We shall buy this place and fire you immediately.
Withnail:
Yes, we'll buy this place and we'll install a fucking jukebox in here and liven all you stiffs up a bit!
Tea Shop Proprietor:
The police, Miss Blennerhassett. Just say there are a couple of drunks in the Penrith tearooms and we want them removed.
Marwood:
We are not drunks, we are multimillionaires!
Tea Shop Proprietor:
Hurry up, Mabs. We'll keep them here til they arrive.
Withnail:
You won't keep us anywhere. We'll buy this place and have it knocked down!
[Monty's Rolls-Royce pulls up outside the window]
Marwood:
[pulling back the lace curtain]
'S alright, 's alright, s'alright... We're going, our car has arrived!
Withnail:
[staggering out]
We'll be back. We're coming back in here.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:55