The Wrong Trousers/Transcript

• [Gromit pours the tea in the cup, putting the bread in the toaster, pushing it down, then pushing the toaster away, then getting out of a chair, marking an X on the 12 from the calendar, then looking at a watch, then Wallace sleeps, then Gromit grabs the envelopes, shuffling it up, walking to the table with a train passing by, then sitting in a chair, unboxing an envelope, then opening and closing a music card, then opening a music card, hearing music, hearing a buzzer, saying, "Breakfast", pressing a button]
• Wallace: It's my turn for breakfast this morning, Gromit. I'd like a three-minute egg...
• [Gromit pulls a lever]
• Wallace: Whoa! Steady on! [puts his pants on] Gromit! [sits on his chair]
• [the hands put sleeves on, raising his hands, putting on a shirt, popping his head out]
• Wallace: Ha-ha!
• [Gromit presses a button, shooting jam out, then the toaster pops out, putting jam on it, landing on a plate, eating the toast]
• Wallace: Well, that went as well as could be expected, didn't it? Though I might have to make a small adjustment to the drop. A touch painful on re-entry. [puts toast in his mouth] Cracking toast, Gromit.
• [Gromit continues looking at a newspaper]
• Wallace: [swallows his toast] Any post, was there, perchance?
• [Gromit takes the envelopes to Wallace]
• Wallace: Oh, dear, a bit steep! Oh, my goodness! Well, I'll be... They're all bills. Oh, dear, oh, dear! We shall have to economise, Gromit. I'll have to let that room out. Oh, dear! [takes a picture frame, dialing the locker, opening a locker, taking a piggybank, closing a locker, putting the picture frame back up, sitting back down, taking the cork out, shaking the coins out] Oh. Just look at that. I'm down to my last few coppers. And those presents weren't cheap, either.
• [Gromit looks at Wallace]
• Wallace: Well, Gromit, let's see what's on the 9:05, shall we? [hears a train tooting] Here she comes now. I wonder what this can be. Happy birthday, chuck! [takes a present to Gromit]
• [Gromit opens a present, looking at the leash and spikes]
• Wallace: I knew you'd like it. Here, let me help you. [puts spikes around his neck] You look like somebody owns you now. And that's only the first part. Come and look in here.
• [Gromit looks at the Techno Trousers, in a present, walking backwards to Gromit, then looking at the tag with an X, saying, "To Gromit Love Wallace"]
• Wallace: I think you'll find this present a valuable addition to our modern lifestyle![opens a present] They're Techno Trousers. Ex-NASA. Fantastic for walkies! All you do is attach the lead on here... [puts leash on Gromit] ...then program in. Walkies, 10 minutes, 20 minutes. Oops!
• [the Techno Trousers walk down]
• Wallace: Ha ha ha! Have a nice walk, Gromit!
• [cut outside, with a sign, saying, "DOGS MUST BE KEPT ON A LEAD", climbing up on a slide, with the Techno Trousers walking with a dog, then sliding down, then cut to Wallace, dialing on a calculator]
• Wallace: It's no use prevaricating about the bush.
• [cut back outside with Techno Trousers walking with Gromit, then Wallace puts a sign, saying, "ROOM TO LET. Apply Within", throwing Gromit in the house, then knitting it up]
• Wallace: [off screen] Nice walkies, hmm? [to Gromit] How were the Techno Trousers?
• [Gromit hears a doorbell ringing]
• Wallace: Oh, there's someone at the door, Gromit. [puts the teacup away] I wonder who that could be. [walks to a door, opening the door] Oh, it's about the room, then. Well, that's grand. Er, would you like to come this way and inspect? [walks in the kitchen] I'm asking 20 a week. I suppose you like kippers, do you? Partial to a nice black pudding myself. With bacon, of course. I'm sure that we could come to an amicable agreement. As I say, it's a big dangy at present, but it's surprising what a lick of paint'll do, isn't it?
• [the picture frame falls down]
• Wallace: Oh! Er... But I don't think... Hmm. Oh. Er, wasn't quite what we had in mind. Wouldn't you like to see? Oh, dear!
• [Feathers McGraw dances on the bed]
• Wallace: Look, um... There's something I got to tell you. It's, um, no pets. Does that suit you?
• [Feathers McGraw changes the music]