Get off the track! Move!

I'm not sure, what to do with it exactly. I don't know how it's effective.

Some people have no respect for a hard working man. mumbles angrily

They're gonna collide!

We gotta get out of here.

He's mumbling something.

Hang on.

(sound of being hit by car)

Brake!

I'll be pushed around, and I'll push back.

If you open it, I won't look!

Lean! Lean!

You're going towards the building!

Move, move, it's gonna hit us!

I'm the one on point.

He is constantly complaining.

I'm getting little pimples on my face. I wonder if I've been getting enough sleep lately.

Here you can't go fast

Close your eyes. What do you see?

Look at that... (MUMBLING)

Smash.

Yes they are.

Oh, no. I'll be crushed for sure.

Close your eyes.

And in those days,

Well, maybe someday we will.

But it's football. Doesn't everyone get hit in football?

What? Did it hit you a little bit?

(MR BEAN GRUNTING)

I'm going to ram him.

I can't close my eyes without seeing that picture.

Is that right?

Camels have either one or two humps.

You've gotta turn back! Look out, we're going to be swamped.

That's probably a good place.

Kitty, you're squashing my bandbox!

Mike! We've got to get out of here! Michael.

Somebody bumped into me.

So the side facing the sun is warmer the side away, cooler.

And it starts off sort of just going around in ever increasing circles.

He grunted his thanks.

You want to destroy me?

What the hell? Go out with a bang.

Ride to hell!

you fucking hit my car!