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Carshalton down to Reigate
That old A3
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To Stella Street
It's the place for me
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Hello. Here, do you like the motor?
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She's big, she's bold and she's British.
Bit like me, really.
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She's never been any trouble...
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...which is more than I can say
for some of the birds I've been with.
:03:23
Here, do you know this place?
Come on, I'll show you around.
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After all that madness
of the '60s...
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...Stella Street went back to being
another street in suburbia.
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Just what I needed after all that
Hollywood palaver. Peace and quiet.
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Or so I thought.
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I couldn't conceive the nightmare about
to unfold in this suburban paradise.
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Now, you see that old bird taking
liberties with the environment?
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That's Mrs. Huggett, that is.
She's the cleaner on our street.
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Mind you, I use that term loosely.
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L can see what you're doing.
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Oh, and that's Len.
He's the gardener.
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Len!
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Nice bloke. Bit touched.
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- You all right?
- Can you see me when you look down?
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- What a nutter!
- Morning, Mrs. Huggett.
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Nice day for it.
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Yeah, and you're another one.
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That's Jimmy.
Word of warning:
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Don't get talking about football,
you'll be there till bleeding Christmas.
:04:39
- Hello, Mrs. Huggett.
- Oh, hello, Jenny.
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Oh, I'm afraid your knickers got caught
in the spindle of the drier.
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- Again?
- Yeah.
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- Thank you for letting me know.
- Bye.
:04:54
- Hello, darling.
- Hello, Michael.
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You got my pilchards, then?
:04:59
Yes, and I've got you
some mange-tout.