Wallace
I think you'll find this present a valuable addition to our modern lifestyle. [he unwraps the present, revealing it to be a robotic construct: two legs, two feet and a waist] They're techno-trousers, ex-NASA. Fantastic for walkies!
Wallace
Well, that went as well as could be expected, didn't it, right? Though I might have to make a small adjustment to the drop. A touch painful on re-entry.
Wallace
Oh, I'm tired. A good doze, that's all I need. Get me strength back. What a--What a shocking calam--calam--calamity--[falls asleep, snoring]
Wallace
It's the wrong trousers! The wrong trousers! [he sees the controls on the front of the trousers missing] What have you done with the controls, Gromit?
Wallace
Woah! It's The Wrong Trousers, Gromit, and they've gone wrong! Stop them, Gromit! Stop them! Help me! Gr-Gromit! The Trousers've gone Haywire! Get me out!!! Help!!!!!
Wallace
Hang in there, Gromit! Everything's under control!
Wallace
Ha, all's well that ends well. That's what I say. Ooh, I do like a bit of gorgonzola!
Wallace
Good grief! It's you!
