The Amazing Mrs. Hall

(light music) (can thudding) - Where on Earth did you learn to shoot like that?

- What did you think we did in the Wrens, embroidery?

- Oh, you look pleased with yourself.

- I've just got us a goose for our Christmas dinner.

- No, really?

- Audrey, you're a marvel.

- Housekeeper wanted to cook and clean in veterinary practice.

- Is that it?

- Well, they charge by the word.

- Well, there's a bit more to it than that.

(engine whirring) Don't tell me how to drive.

- I'm not, but they could- (brakes squealing) Drive.

- Do it!

(group laughing) - Mrs.

Hall cooks a mean black pudding.

Makes it herself, you know.

Place looks like an abattoir afterwards.

- Birthday dinner for six at less than a day's notice.

- No, no, you're right.

It's a stupid idea.

- Sure I can rustle something up.

- I say, Mrs.

H, smells marvelous.

- Yes, well, laundry and ironing for instance.

The schnauzer couldn't hold it in.

- Shopping.

Is that the best one you got?

- Darning.

Walking the dogs.

- Fielding telephone calls.

- Finding your keys and everything else you misplace.

- Keeping the peace.

- [Audrey] Holding the fort.

- Well, quite.

- Honestly, I should knock your heads together.

You'll feed them mornings, you'll feed them nights.

Well, it sounds like you're in agreement then.

- [Both] How?

- You can both go up and check her over.

Two heads are better than one.

- Well, thank you.

That's very helpful.

- [Mrs.

Pumphrey] All set for the match tomorrow, I hope.

(bat thudding) - I'll be scoring.

(crowd applauding) - [Speaker] Ah, so you're something of an expert.

- An amateur enthusiast, perhaps.

(group applauding) (cheering on television) - Do either of you have the foggiest idea about playing croquet?

- I'll see what I can think of.

- You're a wonder.

- Have me moments.

- Let's give this croquet business a quick go, shall we?

(mallet thudding) - (exhaling) Nice.

- [Siegfried] Couldn't one of the boys have done that?

- Not if I want it done this year.

- I can hardly send out unaccompanied females into the dark in the middle of the night.

- I'll have you know, I were a female when I joined the Wrens in the last war.

- It might be munitions.

We don't know what's inside.

- That's not a bomb.

That's a flight crate.

(dart thudding) - Mrs.

Hall.

(dart thudding) Where did you learn to play like that?

(dart thudding) (chuckling) - [Tristan] You're a dark horse.

(light music continues)