:29:00
Oh, yes. You sit down, Hugh.
I'll be with you in a minute.
:29:05
- I've got to talk to you, I can't...
- I can't talk to you now, Boris.
:29:09
Look, hide my handbag and I'll
come back for it after the funeral.
:29:16
Good evening, Boris.
How's life in the terminal lane?
:29:19
- Never better. How can I help you?
- We've come to pay our respects.
:29:25
Help yourself. Besides, how else are
you gonna scope out the competition?
:29:36
I'm sorry about the flowers, Dilys.
Bit of a mix-up.
:29:41
Betty.
:29:45
Look at this. Can you believe it?
:29:47
I've never seen anyone
look more dead in my life.
:29:52
He has gone a little heavy
on the makeup.
:29:55
- A bit too much rouge and lipstick.
- There's no sense of romance here...
:29:58
no style.
What's with the hair?
:30:01
- What'd he use? Hot rollers?
- Frank! Frank, Frank!
:30:04
It's like I thought, too much
hairspray. Looks like a helmet.
:30:08
And since when do you bury
somebody in black? The mourners...
:30:11
wear black, not the corpse.
This guy doesn't even understand...
:30:14
basic presentation.
:30:17
- Frank?
- What?
:30:19
Why do old people
have such huge ears?
:30:23
It's cartilage.
It keeps growing.
:30:27
But they hear less.
:30:31
It shall remain a mystery.
:30:33
Man, it's amateur night in Dixie!
:30:36
- Hugh, I was with her all the time!
- Have you paid the Reverend yet?
:30:39
No, not yet. Oh, my God,
what's happened to my handbag?
:30:42
- I must have left it in the church.
- Is there something wrong?
:30:45
Yes, my bag.
I think I left it in the church.
:30:48
Betty, I haven't got time
to go looking for handbags!
:30:50
I've got important business
this afternoon!
:30:52
If you're in a rush,
I can take Mrs Rhys Jones home.
:30:54
Oh, right.
There you go.
:30:58
I might be a bit late.
Don't wait up.