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Grace : Oh, Deary, Deary me. Look at you. Give me a
hand. Let me help you up. You look so uncomfortable.
Gloria Goodfellow : No
one has a clue where he is.
Walter Goodfellow : I don't understand.
Gloria Goodfellow : There he is!
Who the bloody hell is that?
Hey, what are you doing with my son? Hm? Come here,
come on. Quick.
Grace : Oh. You must be Gloria.
Gloria Goodfellow : Get in the car.
Grace : Look, I think, there might be a
misunderstanding.
Gloria Goodfellow : You
bet your life there's a
misunderstanding. Grace Hawkins. You're Grace
Hawkins.
Grace : Yes.
Walter Goodfellow : Mrs Hawkins, welcome to Little
Wallop.
Grace : Thank you, Vicar.
Gloria Goodfellow : I'm
sorry about earlier, Mrs Hawkins.
Grace : Oh, no. Not at all. Not at all.
Under the circumstances
you did just the right thing. I could have been
anybody, and please, please call me Grace.
Mrs. Parker : Reverend Goodfellow! Reverend Goodfellow!
Walter Goodfellow : Ah, Mrs Parker, may I introduce
you to our new housekeeper, Grace Hawkins. Mrs
Parker is chairman... chair of the St. Michael's
Flower Arranging Committee.
Mrs. Parker : Which I wanted to talk to you about.
Walter Goodfellow : - We will talk about it, Mrs
Parker, we really will, but
Grace has literally just arrived,
and I was wondering...
Mrs. Parker : The tricks...
Gloria Goodfellow : We'd better go in.
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