: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)
:44:04
What about dinner?
:44:07
She'll be expecting top-rate,
poncey, French-style A1 nosh!
:44:12
I don't believe it! That Romanian
bastard! He's eaten ALL the food!
:44:17
Oh!
:44:18
Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! OH, GOD!
:44:23
Why do these things happen to me?
:44:26
I thought this would be it,
:44:28
I was gonna get a blue plaque made
saying "Gina Carbonara stayed here."
:44:33
Now you'lI need
a slightly bigger one,
:44:36
saying "Gina Carbonara stayed here
and thought it was shit."
:44:42
- ls this gonna work?
- ls the Pope Catholic?
:44:46
Yes, he is.
:44:48
ls he? Huh! I never knew that.
:44:51
Right.
:44:53
Yep, that should do it.
:44:55
What's the next part
of the operation?
:44:58
I puncture the pants with this kebab
skewer on the end of a broom handle.