"Oh, it's you." "Nooo !" "Lovely cheese." "I could just wash it..." "I was just coming, lad." "Pop away, Gromit" "Howdy Ho." "Oh, no." "Thanks lad." "Fill her up, lad." "Lovely cup, Gromit." "But slightly diesely aftertasted perhaps." "How's that breakfast coming on ?" "Well done, lad." "Very well done." "Thanks, dog." "Oh." "Oh, dear." "Another baker." "Battered with his own rolling pin." "Would you credit it?" "Still, looking on the bright side," "I suppose it means more business for us." "We're on the roll, lad." "Good days work, man." "We're bang on target." "# I'm light as a feather." "I'm a bake-o-lite girl. #" "Gromit, did you see who that was?" "She's in trouble." "Here, Gromit." "Take the wheel." "Don't affraid, madam." "Tea cakes lad." "The whole meal fruit on my knees." "I should have tried the granary roads." "Oh, egg." "Oh, dear." "Are you allright, miss?" "Madam?" "Oh, I do apologise." "It's an honor to be your help." "I must get those brakes seen." "We're so grateful, aren't we, Fluffles?" " Fnuffles." " Oh, it was nothing." "What a lovely little doggie." "My name is Piella." "Piella Bakewell." "I know who you are, miss." "# Light as a feather, you're the bake-o-lite girl. #" "Oh, that's me." "I'm Wallace." "I'm in bread myself." "Oh, really?" " Are you still ballooning, Miss..." " I do beg your pardon?" "Oh, no, no." "I mean the bake-o-lite balloon." " Do you still fly it?" " Oh, I see." "No." "Not any more." "Well back to the grind." "As it were." "Good bye, Ms. Bakewell." "Oh, I rather say "Au revoir"." ""Oui, oui, madame", and "Bon appétit"." "Bye-ee." "The bake-o-lite girl." "Oh, fancy that, Gromit." "It's not every day you meet the girl of your dreams, is it?" "Oh, well this isn't gonna put bread on the table, is it?" "Oh, hallo." "We were just passing by going for a walk and Fluffles insisted on dropping in hoping you would join us." "Please say yes." "She'd be so disappointed, wouldn't you, Fluffy?" "You Fluffy..." "Oh." "Well if you insist." "But I'm in my work things." "I like a man in uniform." "Come on." "Walkies." "Manage without me, weren't you, lad?" "Oh, crops." "Mr. Wallace you are cheeky." "Ooh, am I ?" "Oh, made some change, doesn't it, my fudgecake?" "Gromit's gonna love this." "Well I thought you could do with a woman's touch around the house." "You naughty slobbery boys." "What do you think, Gromit?" "You wouldn't know it was our place, would you, lad?" "Fluffles, where are you?" "Same time tomorrow, my apple strudle." "Love is a many splendered thing, Gromit." "But doesn't love tie you out?" "I'm cream crackered." "Oh, eck !" "Piella's purse." "I was returning for..." "Oh." "Eh, Gromit?" "Funny." "I'm sure I heard something." "Oh, there it is." "It must have been there all along." "Early night, Fluffles?" "Big day tomorrow." "Our final baker is nicely potted off." "Good night, Fluffles." "Sweet dreams." "Hello, stranger." "Where have you been?" "Hey, wait." "Hold your horses." "I've got something to tell you first, old pal." "Haven't we, dearest?" "Of course, my little cheesecake." "Wallace and I are engaded to be married." "Till death do us part." "I think congratulations might be in order, lad." "Oh, I can see he dying to give me a great big kiss." "I know we're going to get on like a house on fire." "One big happy family." " Hello, my vanilla slice." " Come in, my sponge cake." " What's going on?" " You have to forgive him." "He's been a bit security conscious of late." "Well you can't be too careful these days, can you?" " Not with a serial killer on the news." " Oh, yes." "How about a nice pot of cock-a-leakie soup?" "Oh, smashing." "I've got just the bread to go with it." "What the...?" "That dog!" " Smells delicious." " I do hope you like it, my shortcrust." "It's my own special recipe." "What the...?" "Hey!" "What do you playing at, lad?" "This is getting ridiculous." "Oh, Wallace." "He just wants a bit of attentinon." "That's all." "Now, my little poochy woochy, let auntie Piella sort you out." "He bit me!" "I was just trying to help and he bit me, Wallace." "Gromit, how dare you bite my be?" "That's very impolite." "Oh, don't be too hard on him, Wallace, please." "Just a little punishment, that's all." "I'm surprised at you, Gromit." "I really am." "Wallace, my sugar, done playing." "Have you got a mow?" "On my way, my cupcake." "You'll not leave this kitchen til you've done every last one." "I don't know." "Taking a bite out of my lovely fiancée." "I'm such a silly sausage." "It just sort of fell of my foot." "Stay well back, my precious." "Leave it to me." "Oh, you're so brave, Wallace, my minced pie." "I... got it !" "Are you all right, my flower?" "Oh, flour." "Get it ?" "Flour ?" "Get your hands of me." "I hate flour, I hate bread and I hate bakers, water and complete fruitcake." "That's a bit steamed, isn't it, my sweet?" "Fluffles, I want a word with you." "Back home." "Thanks, old pal." "I just don't get it." "One minute they love bakers and next minute they hate them." "I know I'm not a fruitcake, am I, lad?" "I supose you can't be everybody's cup of tea, can you?" "I am so sorry, Wallace." "So so sorry." "I don't know what came over me." "Apart from the flour, of course." "Let's forget about it." "Here's a cake to celebrate." "Whoops." "Must be my keys." "Celebrate?" "Us." "Getting back together again, you gooseberry fool." "Oh, yes." "Yes, of course." "We could have that with our four o'clock tea." " Why don't you join us?" " I would, but Fluffles isn't feeling too well." "Why don't you two celebrate?" "Must fly!" "Roll on four o'clock, hey." "This will go down a treat." "Got you, you muddly mutt." "So nice of you to come." "Pity you miss your master's tea party." "It'll go off with a bang." "Oh, I say." "Get that cat alone, Gromit." "I'll deal with you two later." "Come on, lad." "What's keeping you?" "At last my thirteenth." "My baker's dozen." "What?" "Curse that balloon." "And curse that revealing southwesterly." "There will be there in no time." "Go." "Strike a light..." "There you are." "I think these matches are a bit dumb." "It's one of those joke candles, lad." "Where're you going with that c-a-a-a-ke?" "Gromit, it's a bomb." "The cake's a bomb." "Wait a minute." "You don't think Piella could be the serial killer?" "Well done, Wallace." "Sharp as a brick." "Now do exactly as I say or Fluffles get snuffled." "You cross me once too often you trenchless little..." "Get that thing away, lad." "That's it, lad." "You shall loathe." "That has put a spanner in the works." "But, Piella, you're a bake-o-lite girl." "Was a bake-o-lite girl." "I ate too much you see." " Oh, really?" " I couldn't ride a ballon anymore." " So they droped me." " What a blow." "Me!" "A course on bakers and the loathsome confections." "Gromiiit !" "Well done, lad." "Uh?" "Lass?" "Come to mummy, Fluffy Ruffy." "C'mon Girl, go for the knock-out !" "Don't worry about me, lad." "I'm fully in control." "Yes." "No." "Oh, dear." "Anyone seen the bomb?" "What?" "What?" "Bomb voyage, Wallace." "Your bum is good as toasted." "Gromit, I've got a bomb in my pants." "Help me, Gromit." "Do something." "What a relief." "Oh, evening, sisters." "I will be back to get you, Wallace." "I will have my baker's dozen." "But Piella the balloon won't hold you." "They cant just drop me." "I'm as light as a feather." " I'm the bake-o-lite giiirl..." " Nooo..." "Farewell my angel cake." "You'll always be my bake-o-lite girl." "I think I need a cup of tea after all that." "Oh, never mind, lad." "We've both been through the mill this week, haven't we?" "But at least yours wasn't the bread-baking baker-murdering serial killer like mine." "Tell you what, lad." "Let's go and deliver some bread." "That'll chear us up." "Hey." "Always room for a small one." "# And they called it puppy love #" "Put paws the wheel, lad." "Concentrate." 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