A Close Shave

Wendolene Ramsbottom:
Yer dog's waiting.

Wallace:
Aye, I'd better see to him. The bounce has gone from his bungee.

Wallace:
Won't you come in? We were just about to have some cheese.

Wendolene:
Oh no, not cheese. Sorry. Brings me out in a rash. Can't stand the stuff.

Wallace:
[gulp] Not even Wensleydale?

[last lines]

Wallace:
What's wrong with Wensleydale? Talking of which, all the more for us. And not a sheep to worry us.

[Lifts the cover of the cheese tray to discover Shaun eating the cheese]

Wallace:
Get off me cheese! Get off! Get o... Gromit? Gromit! Go for 'im! Oh!

[to Gromit, after he escapes from jail with the help of Wallace and the sheep]

Wallace:
I suppose you'll have to skip the country, now. A fugitive, ay? You'll be hunted down like... well, a dog.

Wendolene Ramsbottom:
I'm sorry about this.

Wallace:
For what?

Wendolene Ramsbottom:
Nothing. Just stay away from me, from my shop, and my silly, silly windows.

Wendolene Ramsbottom:
He's malfunctioning.

Wallace:
Mal what?

Wendolene Ramsbottom:
Malfunctioning. Preston is a cyberdog.

Wallace:
Cyber what?

Wendolene Ramsbottom:
A robot. Daddy created him for good, but he's turned out evil.

Wallace:
Have you been peckish during the night? Only, someone's been at me cheese.

Wallace:
Is this place yours?

Wendolene Ramsbottom:
Mm-hmm. My father left it to me. Along with his debts, and a few other things.

Wendolene Ramsbottom:
Oh, I want no more of this rustling. It wasn't so bad when it was just the wool, but... this is evil! Daddy didn't create you for this. You're supposed to protect me! [Preston locks her away with Shaun on the back of the truck] Let me out! You're not turning me into dog meat!

Sign on wall of wool shop:
[there's a wool shortage] WOOL RATIONING TWO BALLS PER PERSON

[the sheep have climbed on top of Wallace in order to help Gromit escape from prison]

Wallace:
[as they pull Gromit to safety] Oh, brilliant teamwork, lads!

Wallace:
[he slips on a bar of soap randomly lying about on the pavement and they all come crashing down] Oh!

Wallace:
[seeing Preston operate a replica of Wallace's Wash-O-Matic] Where'd you get that from? That's MY machine! I've got patent pending on that!

Wallace:
[putting Shaun in his Knit-o-Matic] There. Nothing to fret over. Just a quick shampoo. We've tested this on Gromit. Haven't we, lad?

[Gromit nods wearily]