Bluey - Pavlova
Pavlova Transcript
All: Mum! Dad! Bingo! Bluey!
(Birds chirping)
-You know it’s your turn. -Yes, I know.
-Just checking. -(Sighs)
Why do I always lose?
You got to play the long game.
Mum, can I have some of the pavlova that’s in the fridge?
No.
Aw, but I’m hungry!
Well, then have some edamame beans.
Eda-whaty-what?
Edamame beans.
They’re from the Sushi Train. Pop!
They’re yummy.
No thanks, I don’t want an "endamawee" bean.
-You don’t even want to try it? -Uh-uh!
-Well, then you can’t be hungry. -Aww!
Ooh, Bingo, I know.
Do you want to play "Café" with me?
No, I just want some pavlova.
Well, then I really think you should come play "Café" with me.
-Ooh, okay! -(Both giggling)
-You better get on that on it. -On it.
Bingo: This episode of Bluey is called "Pavlova"!
-(Clears throat) Hello! -Hello.
Would you like to come to my café?
Why, yes, I would! (Giggles)
Please look at our menu and let me know what you want.
Hmm... Pavlova, please!
Certainly! That will be ready in a jiffy.
Hey! Oh! Uh, excuse me.
-Bonjour! -Huh?!
Bonjour!
I think he wants to be the chef.
Uh, no, Dad, we don’t need you as chef.
You can go back outside and play the game with the little men.
(Bandit grunting)
(Bluey groaning)
Okay, fine! You can work here.
Super!
I need you to get one piece of pavlova.
Pavlova?
Yeah! Pavlova! From the fridge.
Pavlova?
(Giggles) No, that’s a magnet.
In the fridge.
-See? -Ah-ha! Pavlova!
Yes! Pavlova!
-Give to customer. -Bonjour!
Bonjour, bonjour!
Sorry about this, customer.
Your pavlova will be right out.
Our new chef is just getting it.
(Clears throat)
Bonjour pavlova!
-Hey! -This isn’t pavlova!
Yeah, this isn’t pavlova!
Je suis le chien!
These are "edma-damee" beans!
Uh, oui?!
"Edna-damee" beans!
Où est la discothèque?!
I was pointing there, see?
-Pavlova! -Ah!
Carte Nord! Pavlova!
-Yes! -Beans!
Yes, that’s beans.
But we don’t want beans, we want pavlova, okay?
C’est bon!
(Sighs) So sorry, customer, he’s new.
(Bingo giggles) That’s okay.
C’est combien... Pavlova!
(Squeals, giggles) Where’s the pavlova?!
Ecoutez!
Pavlova!
(Bingo giggles) That’s a crumb!
(Bluey groans) It’s too small!
Ou est mon passeport?!
Go back and get a piece that’s this big.
See? This big!
Oh, bonjour!
Please bear with me.
(Chuckles) That’s okay.
Bonjour, pavlova.
-Ou la discotheque? -Yes.
Thank you, it’s a good size.
Bonjour.
Thank you.
Both: Aah! What are you doing?!
Je veux la fenetre!
You don’t put tomato sauce on pavlova!
Je veux la fenetra.
That’s it, you’re out of here.
-Oh, bonjour! -Out!
Oh, bonjour! Un champ pour deux poissons!
I know exactly what he was trying to do.
He was trying to stop you from eating pavlova.
(Laughs) I like his funny talk.
Well, he can funny-talk somewhere else.
I’ve got a café to run.
Now let me sort out that pavlova.
Bonjour!
Psst, Bluey!
Yeah?
(Humming) Ou est la discotheque?
Hey! You can’t open a café right next to mine!
A-bonjour!
Where are you going?
I just want to see the menu.
Well, don’t be long.
Your pavlova is coming.
-Au revoir! -Can I see a menu, please?
Mercredi!
What’s it got on it?
It’s only got "endabolly" beans.
Ha! Well, she doesn’t want them!
-She wants pavlova. -Oh-ho! No-ho-ho!
Mm, uh-huh! Oui! Oui, oui, oui!
I think he’s saying
he puts some lovely things on them to make them taste nice.
A-bonjour!
Um, it’s just that...
I really think I want pavlova.
Aww, tres bon.
Well...
You can make me some "endamommy" beans if you want.
Tres Milan!
But I get to choose if I want to eat them or the pavlova.
Hmm.
It’s just, I don’t like it
when you make me eat something.
Mon petit choux à la crème.
It’s a café competition!
I’m going to get the sprinkles.
(Groans, bean pops)
-Hey! -Oh, bonjour!
-Can I help? -Je suis desole.
-Pop! -(Ping)
-Hooray! -Saint-Tropez!
Ready!
Bonjour!
Hmm...
Hmm... Okay.
I’ve decided.
Pavlova.
-Hooray! -Sa croissant! S’il vous plait!
So, I can eat this?
-Bonjour! -(Giggles)
Mmm!
-Tu es une morve. -Thank you!
You know he just called you a booger?
-What?! How dare you! -Comment allez-vous?
(Both laughing)
-Dad said I could! -I know.
I guess I have to trust he knows what he’s doing.
-Oh! Je suis un chien! -How dare you call me a booger!
Yum!
Hey, Mum, look at this.
-Pop! -Whoa! Good shot!
Come on, let’s find your dad.
-It’s his turn. -Okay, Mama.
Mmm!