Most scenes together: Wallace & Wendolene Ramsbottom (10)
I'm sorry about this.
For what?
Nothing. Just stay away from me, from my shop, and my silly, silly windows.
I...well, I...
Forget me. I'm no good for you. [walks away] I'm so sorry about Gromit. [sobs as she continues to walk]
Ramsbottom, Wendolene Ramsbottom.
Oh, charming. I'm Wallace...the windows. Is this place yours?
Mm-hmm. My father left it to me, along with his debts, and a few other things. He was an inventor.
Never! Well, I do a bit of that meself.
Oh!
I see they still haven't caught those sheep rustlers yet. Still, you've got plenty of wool, eh?
Aye. I'd better see to him. The bounce has gone from his bungee. [gives her the rest of the yarn balls]
Oh, they're spanking. You've done a grand job.
Windows are our specialty. [accidentally slams onto the window door]
Tell me about windows.
It's only temporary, you understand.
Oh, really?
Oh, yes, I'm inventing mostly. Only...
Oh, what sort of inventions?
Well, sort of...
Daddy would loved to have met you. Poor daddy.
Wallace, help me!
Don't worry, Wendolene! Everything's under control!
Oh, do something, Gromit! [then Shaun is put inside the knitting machine] Oh, it's too late now! [clippers buzzing] Turn it off, Gromit! Oh, oh, oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, dear! [the machine collects Shaun's wool to create yarn and creates the sweater, and the other machine puts the small sweater on his head] Brilliant, Gromit! Oh, smashing, this. A bit tight here and there. [then Shaun comes out of the machine, alive and shaved; takes off the sweater] Ah! Looks okay to me. We'll call him Shaun, eh? Come on, Shaun.
There. Nothing to fret over. Just a quick shampoo. We've tested this on Gromit. Haven't we, lad?
[Gromit nods wearily]
Have you been peckish during the night? Only, someone's been at me cheese.
Well, won't you come in? We were just about to have some cheese.
Oh no, not cheese. Sorry, it brings me out in a rash. I can't stand the stuff.
He's malfunctioning.
Mal-what?
Malfunctioning. Preston is a cyberdog.
Cyber-what?
A robot. Daddy created him for good, but he's turned out evil.
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 turning me into dog meat!
Your dog's waiting.
Aye, I'd better see to him. The bounce has gone from his bungee.
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!
Oh, brilliant teamwork, lads!
Whoah!
I suppose you'll have to skip the country, now. A fugitive, eh? You'll be hunted down like a dog.
