Nanny McPhee and the Big Bang

Celia: Where are we? Cyril: We're in the land of poo. Duck poo, hen poo, cow poo, goat poo. Poo as far as the eye can see. Blenkinsop: Here we are then. Out you get. Cyril: In fact, it's a British museum of poo. Celia: Have you gone completely insane, Blenkinsop? Mummy would never send me to a place like this. Take me home. [screams as Vincent frightens her] You see?! They are savages. I refuse to leave the car! Cyril: Oh, put a sock in it, Ceels! We've got no choice. Celia: Take me home right now! Cyril: And you know why we haven't got a choice too. So let's just stop pretending we're here because of bombs. Celia: They're probably cannibals! Did you see that thing out the window? Cyril: Greetings, O covered-in-poo people. Do you speak English? Norman: You're early. Cyril: Yes, poo man. We've come from far away. Far from the land of soap and indoor toilets.

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Norman: [seeing that Cyril has grabbed Mr. Green's jam jar] No! Vincent: DAD'S JAM!!! Norman: Put the jam down. [he and Cyril stare at each other] Cyril: [scoffs] It's only jam. Megsie: In case you hadn't noticed, there's a war on. We saved our sugar coupons for months to make that jam. You touch it, and I'll mash you. Cyril: Oops. Touched it. Celia: I'm going to wake up and this will all be a nasty dream. [Norman, Megsie and Vincent start chasing Cyril] I'm going to wake up, and I'll be in Harrods with Mummy. The shoe department. My maid tells me they have arrived, so Mummy and I have come to collect them. Would you go and fetch them for me? I'm going to wake up and there'll be some pink patent pumps. Cyril: Ceels, catch! [slides Mr. Green's jam jar] Celia: [still ranting] Mummy's already ordered a beautiful pair in mauve with a matching cloak, and I gather they will be here today. Norman: [Cyril has just indirectly shattered Mr. Green's jam jar] That's it. They die.

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Nanny McPhee: Good evening, Mrs. Green. I am Nanny McPhee. Isabel: Oh, you’re it! I mean, her. Who-who are you? Nanny McPhee: I am Nanny McPhee. Small C, Big P. Isabel: Right. Thing is, I haven’t hired a nanny. I don’t need a nanny. I’m managing perfectly well. I never had a nanny because I don’t want a nanny. Nanny McPhee: I am an army nanny, Mrs. Green, I have been deployed. Isabel: No, no, no, no there must be some mistake everything’s under control here. Cyril: Get away from me, you oik from Hell! Isabel: That’s Cyril. He’s not mine. He's their cousin. Norman: Come back here, you parasitic poshie! Isabel: And that's Norman. He is mine. They've just met. They're getting to know each other...through play. Vincent: Kill the townies and eat their heads! Isabel: It's the war. Not a very good influence. Nanny McPhee: Indeed. May I come in? Isabel: Must you? I mean, yes of course you must. Tea? Nanny McPhee: Perhaps later. Let me introduce myself to the children. Isabel: No wait! Nanny Mc

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Nanny McPhee: In the absence of any spare beds, Norman, I presume, will be sharing with Cyril? Norman: [scoffs] I'd rather share with a goat. Cyril: A goat wouldn't have you, and neither will I. Nanny McPhee: I see. Celia, Megsie, would you be willing to share the bed? Celia: I'm not sharing anything with that vicious harpy! Megsie: I'd rather share with Geraldine! Vincent: She’s our cow. And I'd rather share with...an elephant! Nanny McPhee: Thank you, Vincent, but you will not be required to share. Vincent: Haha! I don't have to share! I don’t have to share!

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Mrs. Docherty: Are you off? Nanny McPhee: I am. Thank you for having me to stay, Aggie. Mrs. Docherty: Thank you for asking, Nanny McPhee.

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