All right, Collins. Put the can back on the rock.

Let me have a tin of California cling peaches.

Spraycan

The can... sir?

How do you think the pineapple feels?

He wants four cans of beans and tomato soup, three cans of chilli.

You didn't forget the jerry can? No. It's full.

Soda can.

Canned.

Hundred.

Set the box, coffee maker...

We drink blood of can today too.

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You know every season when we come to this farm, when somebody wants a can of beans, a little coffee, even some of this floor varnish for a Saturday night, they got to pay you double.

Pick up the can.

A tin of this corned beef.

A tin of tomato soup.

This is tightly closed.

Can I open a can?

May I open a can?

Is it OK if I open a can?

(Laughter)

Sir, this can expires tomorrow.

He's in the can.

What?

Nothing to do but throw rocks at cans, and we gotta bring our own tin cans.

The can is empty.

This can is empty.

Oh, shit. I left my root beer.

Could I get one more beer, please?

Could I please have one more can of beer?

What, are you fucking delivering cannolis or something?

Now hold it up.

Let me have a tin of that caviar.

Get that cat alone, Gromit.

And have been trying to for many many years. Give them one hundred cans.

Is that a cat food there?

It's a P2P cook. That barrel?

Could I please have one more can of beer?

Then, these corbels going down underneath the eaves are that little design that comes off the can.

This, as many of you have probably guessed, is a recently emptied beer can in Portugal.

Don't throw away cans on the street.

This is a shot of Cannery Row in 1932.

So what we are going to do here is figure out the surface area of the top of this cylinder.

Oh, of course we can open a can now. Oh, where's the can opener?