I think you're in great shape for a man your age, Mr. Brown.
Oh, thank you, Paddington... Hang on, how old do you think I am?
Oh, about 80.
I think you're in great shape for a man your age, Mr. Brown.
Oh, thank you, Paddington... Hang on, how old do you think I am?
Oh, about 80.
Have you ever been fired, Mr. Brown?
Well, no. But, er...are you, you quite sure you're ready for the workplace, Paddington?
What happened to the man I married? He'd have believed me.
Oh, him. He's gone.
Would you excuse us a moment? [flips what he thinks is the microphone switch] What are you doing?
Talking to the nice men.
Nice men? Mary, we can't trust these people. I mean look at them! Talk about a rogues' gallery. Hideous! And as for that bearded baboon in the middle, he's hardly got two brain cells to rub together.
We can still hear you, Mr. Brown. That was the light you turned off. The microphone is on the other side. It's got 'microphone' written on it.
...gentlemen.
This is breaking and entering!
We haven't broken anything!
[Henry accidently knocks over a vase and it smashes on the floor]
A secret room!
It's an attic.
A secret attic!
It's an ordinary attic.
Every house on the street has one. See? Just a perfectly normal... [sees Phoenix's many costumed mannequins] Oh my god, he's a weirdo!
We don't want him here.
No, of course you don't. YOU never have! As soon as you set eyes on that bear you made up your mind about him. Well Paddington's not like that. He looks for the good in all of us and somehow, he finds it! It's why he makes friends wherever he goes. And it's why Windsor Gardens is a happier place whenever he's around. He wouldn't hesitate if any of us needed help! So stand aside, Mr. Curry. 'Cause we're coming through!