A Close Shave (1996) - Quotes

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Wallace: [Gromit shrugs; lifts the cover of the cheese tray to discover Shaun eating the cheese] What's wrong with Wensleydale? Talking of which, all the more for us. And not a sheep to worry us. Get off me cheese! Get off! Get off! Gromit? Gromit! Go for im! Gromit! Oh! Ahhh! Get off with ya! Oh! Shoosh off!

Wendolene: [pushes the buttons on the remote control, and the fixed-up and reformed Preston rolls by] I couldn't pass by without saying thank you. He's just like he used to be.

Wallace: [Preston gives him a newspaper] Oh, don't mention it. Thanks, pooch. Give me a shout if he goes wrong again.

Wendolene: You're very kind.

Wallace: Well, won't you come in? We were just about to have some cheese.

Wendolene: Oh, no! Not cheese. Sorry. It brings me out in a rash. Can't stand the stuff.

Wallace: [smile fades to a stunned look, then gulps] Not even Wensleydale?

Wendolene: [a sad Wallace goes back inside; pets Preston; walks off with Preston] Got to be on our way. Come on, Preston. Good-bye...Chuck.

Wallace: By heck! I thought we were all for the can then.

Wallace: [Gromit whistles] Huh? Ah! It's a sheep-mincing thing! Now, that's clever. Huh?

Wendolene: He's malfunctioning.

Wallace: Mal-what?

Wendolene: Malfunctioning. Preston is a cyberdog.

Wallace: Cyber-what?

Wendolene: [Preston's robotic arm emerges from the machine] A robot! Daddy created him for good, but...he's turned out evil.

Wallace: Well done, Gromit! That'll teach him!

Wallace: Where'd you get that from? That's MY machine! I've got patent pending on that!

Wendolene: Wallace, help me!

Wallace: Don't worry, Wendolene! Everything's under control!

Wallace: Ooh! We're at maximum speed! She won't go any faster!

Wendolene: [whack's Preston's head with the crook; but Preston grabs the crook; Preston snaps the crook in half; Preston pushes her inside the back of the truck; Preston throws Shaun in as well, and locks them up] Stop it. Stop it, Preston! Oh, I want no more of this rustling! It wasn't so bad when it was just the wool, but this is evil! Daddy didn't create you for this! You're supposed to protect me! Let me out! You're not going to turn me into dog meat!

Wallace: Dog meat?!

Wallace: I suppose you'll have to skip the country now. A fugitive, eh? You'll be hunted down, like...well, a dog.

Wallace: [as they pull Gromit to safety] Oh, brilliant teamwork, lads!

Wendolene: I'm sorry about this.

Wallace: For what?

Wendolene: Nothing. Just stay away from me, from my shop, and my silly, silly windows.

Wallace: I...well, I...

Wendolene: [tearfully, voice breaking; walks away; sobs as she continues to walk] Forget me. I'm no good for you. I'm so sorry about Gromit.

Wallace: Caught bang to rights, you were. You've really let us down this time, lad.

Wallace: Of all the ladies I've met...Whoa! Ow! Ow! Same time next week?

Wallace: ...So you see, what I'm trying to say, in a manner of speaking, is...

Wallace: Of all the women I've met...Not that there have been many, you understand...

Wendolene: Tell me about windows.

Wallace: It's only temporary, you understand.

Wendolene: Oh, really?

Wallace: Oh, yes, I'm inventing mostly. Only...

Wendolene: Oh, what sort of inventions?

Wallace: Well, sort of...

Wendolene: Daddy would loved to have met you. Poor daddy.

Wallace: Back in a thick, Gromit, won't be long.

Wallace: [worried; then Shaun is put inside the knitting machine; clippers buzzing; the machine collects Shaun's wool to create yarn and creates the sweater, and the other machine puts the small sweater on his head; then Shaun comes out of the machine, alive and shaved; takes off the sweater] Oh, do something, Gromit! Oh, it's too late now! Turn it off, Gromit! Oh, oh, oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, dear! Brilliant, Gromit! Oh, smashing, this. A bit tight here and there. Ah! Looks okay to me. We'll call him Shaun, eh? Come on, Shaun.

Wallace: [putting Shaun in his Knit-o-Matic] There. Nothing to fret over. Just a quick shampoo. We've tested this on Gromit. Haven't we, lad?

Wallace: [sees the whole house a mess; Gromit goes to the kitchen, but finds the sheep Shaun knawing on the bone, covered up in splattered food; sees Shaun; laughs] Let's get that kettle on. Good grief! What's all this?! Burglars? Thieves? Oh, what a mess! I've never seen anything like it. Heavens above, Gromit! Look at this! The little chap must be really hungry. Oh, come over here, lad. No need to be sheepish. We'll have to get you cleaned up.

Wendolene: Ramsbottom, Wendolene Ramsbottom.

Wallace: Oh, charming. I'm Wallace...the windows. Is this place yours?

Wendolene: Mm-hmm. My father left it to me, along with his debts, and a few other things. He was an inventor.

Wallace: Never! Well, I do a bit of that meself.

Wendolene: Oh!

Wallace: I see they still haven't caught those sheep rustlers yet. Still, you've got plenty of wool, eh?

Wendolene: [stands up] Your dog's waiting.

Wallace: [gives her the rest of the yarn balls] Aye. I'd better see to him. The bounce has gone from his bungee.

Wendolene: Oh, they're spanking. You've done a grand job.

Wallace: [accidentally slams onto the window door] Windows are our specialty.

Wallace: Need wool, don't you, lad?

Wendolene: Thank you for coming so quickly.

Wallace: [picks a ball of yarn, but the rest fall off] Oh, dear!

Wendolene: Oh, allow me, please.

Wallace: Oh, I'm sorry. Oh! I'll soon have these cleared up. There's no trouble. How embarrassing.

Wendolene: This is Preston, my dog.

Wallace: [they began to pick up balls of yarn] All right, pooch. Won't take a minute.

Both: [accidentally touched their hands together] Oh.

Wallace: [blushing] Well, I-I..

Wendolene: What was it you wanted?

Wallace: [Gromit sniffs; sees the bitten hole of the newspaper; telephone ringing; picks up the reciever] Well, I don't know, there's something very fishy going on. Huh? Do you think we should get the pest control people in? Hello, Wallace & Gromit's Wash'n'Go Window Cleaning Service. May we be of assistance?

Wendolene: [on the phone] Hello. Yes, my windows could do with a jolly good clean. The wool shop in the high street. Soon as you can.

Wallace: On our way, madam!

Wallace: [Gromit is suspecting something; Gromit begins to look around; picks up the box of porridge, but finds the bottom is bitten, causing the porridge mix fall out; sees the cheese eaten] Mice, do you think? I think I'll make my own porridge. Well, I'll be. Have you been peckish during the night? Only someone's been at me cheese.

Wallace: Porridge today, Gromit! Tuesday!