Guest House Paradiso
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:42:03
So if you're not the manager,
who are you?

:42:08
I'm Eddie the bellboy.
:42:11
The bellboy?
:42:12
That's right.
:42:14
(Bell dongs)
:42:16
(Giggles)
:42:19
(High pitched giggle)
:42:28
And...here's your key.
:42:33
It's room five, first floor,
end of the corridor.

:42:37
I'll bring your luggage up directly.
:42:44
Mice.
:42:47
Basque Separatist mice.
:42:57
I was...just...cleaning the oven
in my Ralph Lauren rubber shorts

:43:03
and...and...and...
never mind about that now!

:43:05
I can't believe it!
Gina Carbonara staying here!

:43:09
Gina Carbonara!
The Melons from Milan!

:43:12
Yeah, the Nipples from Naples!
:43:15
The Rump from Rome!
:43:16
The Rectum from Reykjavik!
:43:20
- That's not right, is it?
- I don't know. She gets around.

:43:25
Eddie, assemble all the staff!
:43:27
- Here I am.
- Good.

:43:29
ls this it? Where's Lardy Basto?
:43:32
- Chef left this morning, remember?
- Damn, so he did!

:43:36
So it's just us, then.
Very well, then.

:43:40
Alone.
:43:42
God, what are we gonna do?!
:43:44
Calm! Down! Richie!
It's only Gina Carbonara!

:43:48
I know! I'm already straining
these rubber underpants to the limit!

:43:53
We'll soon have you out.
:43:56
Unh!
:43:58
(Air hissing and rubber stretching)

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