Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Mrs Brown's Boys.
# She's Mrs Brown
# That's Mrs Brown
♪ Oh, Mrs Brown. ♪
Are you nearly done in there, Buster? Nearly!
There's Christmas carol singers outside, Mrs Brown!
Well, for God's sake, open the door and give them something!
♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh. ♪
Happy Christmas!
Hello! Do you know, I was just thinking.
You'd wonder who it was that stared at a chicken and thought,
"I'm going to eat the next thing that comes out of that bird's arse."
Huh, anyway, a very Merry Christmas to you, one and all.
Right, Mrs Brown, the perfect Christmas tree for you!
Oh, excellent! Hold your horses, Buster. Does it buckin' bronco?
Nope. Does it spin? Nope. And it's cheap?
50 quid. I'll fix you up in Foley's.
Done! And it comes with the Buster Brady guarantee.
What's that? If anything falls off, you can keep it.
Here's the manual. A manual? What do I need a feckin' manual for?
Securi-Tree 5. What's this for? If you come inside, I'll show you.
As well as being a very... attractive...tree,
the Securi-Tree 5 will ensure you that nothing will be stolen.
For instance, let's say somebody came in
and tried to nick one of your Christmas tree ornaments.
You can't touch this!
Mother of God!
Buster, have you lost your mind?
Someone could have a nasty accident.
No, no, no, disassemble number five!
Relax, it's OK! If you don't like it, just plug it out.
That disables the feature. Ah, that's better! Right, I'm off!
OK, see you, son.
I am determined to have a safe Christmas this year.
Do you know that most domestic accidents happen over the Christmas period?
That's just a safety message courtesy of the British Broad Corporing Castration.
Do I have to say, it's been a very quiet Christmas so far.
It's simple, Dino. Treatment first, THEN introduce the product.
There's more than one way to style, you know,
and I use the Dino Doyle method. Ha! You can't just make a mess of someone's hair
and then say it's a "method".
Mammy, here's that Christmas present you asked me to pick up for Winnie.
Thank you, love. Winnie will be delighted.
A mess? Yes!
How dare you! I was a top stylist when you were just...
sweeping up hair!
I have never been so insulted in my life! Ah, you must have been!
Supposed to be a rubber egg!
Ah, shut up, Mark! I'm not arguing with you, Betty.
All I'm saying is if you did the school run,
I could get to work a good half hour earlier.
Ha! You mean stay in bed for half an hour longer, don't you?
Here, Mrs Brown, you can pay for that at the Post Office.
OK. Thanks for doing that. What if I did stay in bed for half an hour longer?
Maybe then you could cook a bit of breakfast.
What am I - your head cook and bottle washer, then?
Why don't you just stay here with your Mammy and she can make you breakfast?
At least me mammy never made me beg for a breakfast!
Where was I?
Oh, yes it's been a very...peaceful Christmas so far.
What's all the noise?
Dino made a mess of somebody's hair and he won't admit it.
So Rory said that that makes it look like it's his fault.
Even though Dino did the style. And Mark and Betty can't agree on
who should do the school run in the mornings.
Mark says Betty should do it because then he can get
through the traffic and into work half an hour early.
Betty says, "No, he just wants to stay in bed half an hour longer."
They can't agree who should stay in bed the half an hour longer
and Mark is starving.
You understood all that from that mayhem?
No, no, love. I write the script!
Do you want tea, love?
No, thanks, Mammy. Grandad's complaining of a pain in his chest.
I know, isn't it great... I know.
I've called Dr Flynn. He should be here later.
Mammy, do you know what sexual harassment is?
Yes. Your father used to do it all the time.
He'd come home drunk and, "Come on, come on, Agnes!"
Then he'd be poking me in the back, like poke, poke, poke, poke, poke!
No, Mammy! Sexual harassment in the workplace.
Oh! Well, yes, I think I do. Why, what's up?
My supervisor, it's just little things like calling me "honey"
and "babe" and commenting on how sexy my figure looks.
Cathy, that's not right. Your figure's not sexy.
You have to tell him that these things make you uncomfortable
and if he doesn't stop, you'll have to report him to the management.
That's the thing, Mammy, it's not him, it's HER.
Oh! That's a tricky one!
A leper!
Lesbian, Mammy!
And I don't know if she is or not. But that's not the point.
Never mind. I'll sort it out. See you later. Yeah, see you...
Oh, guess who I met in town. Who? Bubbles!
Bubbles McCarthy? Bubbles McGrath now, Mammy.
She's married. Has two kids and, yep, she's back from London.
So I told her to drop up for a chat. Bubbles McCarthy back in Finglas!
Be nice to see her.
See the way I fucked up that line but made it look like it was you?
Good, wasn't it? Nobody noticed a thing, love.
Cathy, try and concentrate, love.
So hard to get a good daughter nowadays.
Oh, Bubbles McCarthy was Mark's girlfriend for three years.
Cathy, for God's sake, will you put your feckin' stuff away!
Somebody'll have a nasty accident. You know, we all thought
that Bubbles and Mark would be married, but she dumped him.
Here, Grandad, here's a cup of tea.
I have a pain in me chest.
Ah, well, it's far from your arse, you won't sit on it.
You know, I often think that Mark married Betty, you know, on the rebound.
I suppose when your heart is broken, you'll take anything.
Morning, Agnes. Good morning, Winnie.
Cup of tea, love? Oh, please, love.
I saw Cathy out jogging earlier. She's looking well.
Be careful, Winnie. That could be construed as sexual harassment.
What? Nothing. I'm only joking.
All set for the Christmas? Well, more or less.
It doesn't look like Jacko will be out for the Christmas,
so it'll just be me and Sharon. Oh, that's a pity. Jacko not out.
That's five years in a row.
All right, what's in the feckin' notebook? Me bucket list! Your WHAT?!
Me bucket list. I read it in a magazine.
You should make a list of all the things you'd love to do
and try and get them all done before you die.
Mine would be easy. Win the Lottery, go fuckin' bananas. End of list.
Get a tattoo? Yes, you should have all your children's names
tattooed on your body. I already have, Winnie. They're called stretch marks.
And that's it? Nothing else? I only started it this morning. I'm thinking.
Cathy said she saw Bubbles McCarthy down town. Yeah, Sharon was telling me.
She's back in Finglas a few weeks now.
She could be back for good, Sharon says. She's divorced.
No! Yes! Oh, no! Oh, yes! No, no! Yes, yes!
NO! YES! STOP!
I thought you liked Bubbles? Well...
You loved her when she was going out with Mark. Yes, I know.
But when she dumped him, it broke his heart.
It took him months to get over it. Ah, Agnes, that was then, this is now.
Yes, but now she's back. She's available...
and she's coming up here to visit.
CUT!
"Treadmill for sale. Little used.
"Phone 55551055.
"Ask for Fatso."
Do you want some cheese and crackers to go with that whine?
It won't make Dr Flynn come any quicker.
"Barney's Furniture Store - HUGE sale LAST WEEK!"
Why would they tell you about a sale that happened last week?
Hi, Grandad!
Mammy, Dr Flynn is here, he's just pulled up.
Cathy, will you put away your feckin' trampoline!
Somebody would have a nasty accident.
Hello, Mrs Brown! Hello, Dr Flynn. Where's the patient? Over here.
Dr Flynn, he's very bad.
If you have to put him down, we understand. Out of my way, Mrs Brown.
Right, Grandad. Let's be having a look at you.
I'm sorry, excuse me!
Furniture adverts, Mammy? What are you looking for?
I'm not looking for anything. I've already bought it.
Shelves for me new walk-in wardrobe. What walk-in wardrobe?
In me spare room. You don't have a spare room!
Not yet, but chest pains, Dermot, it can't be long.
You're a gas, Mammy. If we shot Grandad tomorrow,
you'd be the one that would miss him the most. Try me!
What's wrong, son? Ah, it's nothing I suppose.
Come on, son. Talk to me. Tell Mammy. Talk to Joe. It's Buster, Mammy.
There's a surprise!
The business is going great,
but I really need one steady client that I can build on.
I have a chance of getting the contract to promote this new German pub in town.
A German pub? What's it called?
The Lederhosen Vorkommen Der Deutschland Jawohl Ha-ha!
As well as dressing for the part, there's a little dance
we have to do and Buster won't practise. What's the pub called?
Oh!
The Lederhosen Vorkommen Der...
The Lederhosen Vorkommen Der Deutschland Jawohl Ha-ha!
As well as dressing for the part, there's a little dance
we have to do and Buster won't practise.
The owner's coming to see us in action next Tuesday.
I just know Buster won't be ready.
Well, Dermot, the only thing you can do is either make Buster practise or...
get somebody else. Yeah.
Hey, Maria says Bubbles is back in town? Yes, that's right.
Does Mark know? I don't know, but...I'm sure he'll be fine.
I wouldn't be too sure.
Right, Mrs Brown, I've had a good look at Grandad.
I've given him a prescription and as far as I can see...
HELLO!
Over here!
Right, I'm off. Giddy up, Mammy!
Come on, Doctor, tell me the worst. Grandad has abdominal bloating!
How long has he got? Wind, Mrs Brown.
Wind! Wind... WIND?!
Yes, I've given him something to shift it.
There you go. I'm off. Now, wait a minute.
Are you telling me I've paid £150 for shelves
so he can have a fart?
Yes, very good. Do you know any Christmas songs?
No, sorry, no. You should learn some, son. I should do, yeah.
Thanks, Winnie. There you go, Pet.
How's things coming with the bucket list?
Agnes, it's really hard to think of things to put on it.
But I did add a trip to Paris to see the Blackpool Tower.
Eiffel. Oh, sorry, Blackpool "hyphen" Tower.
No... the Eiffel Tower is in Paris. The Blackpool Tower is in Blackpool.
Oh, that's handy.
Hello, ladies. Oh, Buster, good man. I have that ready for you.
Thank you very much. Ah, nice one!
Buster, if you were drawing up a bucket list,
what would you put on it? A bucket?
If you were making a list of things to do before you die,
what would you put on your list? Er... Number one, write a bucket list.
I should put that down, Agnes.
"Dear Bucket List, number one, strangle Buster Brady."
Here, Buster, why aren't you practising your dance for Dermot?
I am practising, Mrs Brown, I'll be ready.
You'd better be or I'm telling you, son, you'll have no job.
Speaking of jobs, Cathy's worried about this sexual harassment thing.
Sexual harassment? What's that?
When a man talks dirty to a woman, that's sexual harassment.
And what if a woman talks dirty to a man, what's that? 6.50 a minute.
Or part thereof.
Mammy's going to get such a surprise!
She hasn't seen her sister in 20 years, can you believe that?
Oh, I love surprises!
I think they're a waste of time. Nobody's ever really surprised.
Is that Bubbles McGrath? What?!
Hey there, Mister. Long time no see!
Heh! How are ya?
Hello, I'm Betty. Mark's wife.
Oh, yeah! Hiya, I'm Bubbles McCarthy. I thought it was Bubbles McGrath?
Ah, it used to be, it's McCarthy now. I'm divorced.
Well, he's not!
OK, I have it. Let's do this.
Agnes, if vampires can't see their reflection in the mirror,
how come their hair is always perfect?
Winnie, shut up! Ahem!
What's this? What's going on?
Mammy, the whole family have chipped in for your Christmas present.
Yay!!
We'd like to give it to you now. Now? But it's not Christmas.
We know, but you'll understand once you open it.
What's this? It's a voucher for a return flight to Toronto.
You're going to see your sister next week for ten days!
Yay! Eh...eh... But that means I won't be here for Christmas Day.
YAY! Yay! Hey-hey! Uh-huh?
No, but you'll be with your sister, in Canada. Canada!
Yay! Yippee-ki-buckin'-aye!
Why do they want to get rid of me? They don't, Agnes. It's just a present.
Yes, a present that says "Happy Christmas, Mammy. Now feck off!"
How's things coming with your bucket list? Here.
"Own a bit of land"?
Yeah. You wish! I always wanted to have a bit of land,
you know, something I could call me own, even a little patch.
"Drink hot chocolate in the snow." What the hell is that about?
Well, one Christmas week, me and me Mammy came back from the shops
and we were locked out.
It was snowing and me mammy said,
"Now we'll have to wait for your daddy to come home."
So she got a teapot from the shed, you know, and we lit a little fire.
Ah, in no time the fire was blazing away...
#..Down where he lay... #
Very nice. Now, feck off and don't come back!
Me mammy was rooting in her shopping bag, right,
and she tooks out the milk and she made hot chocolate.
Ah, we just sat there in the Christmas snow sipping hot chocolate.
Oh! I remember how happy I was.
I just sat there gazing at me mammy's face,
hoping me daddy would never come home.
Ah, it was lovely!
Is it finished?
Agnes, these are me memories.
Winnie, that's the past, now back to the future.
Why are they trying to get rid of me? I want to be at home for Christmas!
Agnes, it's just a present. Speaking of presents.
Here, Happy Christmas. Ah, you're very good, Agnes.
It's only a little something. I may as well give it to you now,
because I won't be here for Christmas!
I'll get that.
I'll see you later so! See you later, Winnie.
Hope it's not them feckin' carol singers again!
You can't touch this!
Who the hell plugged that in?
Ah! What? Excuse... Wait a minute! What's this?
Delivery. Brown, James Larkin Court, set of shelves delivery.
You're Brown, this is James Larkin Court.
Set of shelves, delivered. Oh, no, son, I cancelled that.
Nothing to do with me, Missus. Sign here. No, I cancelled the shelves,
you have to take them back. No, we don't do collections, do we, Michael? Never.
Well, well, son... Listen, you're going to have to ring the shop
and they'll send someone out. It won't be till after Christmas
cos we'll be spending Christmas with our families.
Christmas with their families.
With their families!
She said her mother had so many children
she used to pick their names out of a hat.
She even had a brother whose name was six and seven-eighths.
Oh, there's nobody makes me laugh like a real Dublin girl.
Hello, Betty.
Hello. Hey, Betty, what's happening?
Nothin' much. We were just reliving old times here.
This is Mark's son, Bono. Ah, I've a son your age.
What's his name? Mark...
..Junior.
Bono, this is Bubbles. Bubbles is an old friend of your father's.
I know you, I heard Mammy and Daddy talking about you. Really? That's cool!
Granny, what's mutton dressed as lamb?
Stop, Bono, that's not what I said. I said, "mutton dressed as mutton".
He's so cute. Just like his daddy.
Isn't he? His daddy is so cute and so married!
You remember what that is, Bubbles?
I know what married is. Granny told me.
Married is when one person is always right
and the other person is the husband. Exactly!
Right, Bono, come on. I was going to ask you to keep an eye on him, Mrs Brown,
but it doesn't matter. I see you're busy reliving old times with an old friend.
Ah, Bubbles, you haven't changed a bit.
Oh, you sound like you were a mad bunch.
Oh, we were! There was a big gang of us, wasn't there, Mark?
Gertie Holbaker, do you remember her?
I do! She'd show you her knickers for a lick of your lollipop!
She even tried that on me!
I nearly died! "Here," I said, "you can take the lollipop!"
So, what's happening with the sexual harassment thing?
Nothing, yet. It's really bothering me.
This morning, she said, "It's nice to have a pretty assistant."
She's picking on her too?
I don't know how to approach it.
Head on, Cathy, that's the only way - head on.
They seem to be having a ball. Mm.
Should Mark not be gone home for his dinner by now? Yeah. What's up?
Cathy, why do yous want to send me away for Christmas?
What? We don't, Mammy!
It's just a chance to spend some time with your sister, that's all.
Is it something I've done?
Mammy, we just wanted you to have a special Christmas.
Cathy, I've had every Christmas at home with the family
and they've all been special.
Send Grandad away, nobody'd fuckin' miss him!
Fine. Then, don't go. Really?
Is this a trick? No. I'll give you back the voucher.
No, you won't. It's yours, you can do what you like with it.
Ah, Betty. Here, have a drink.
Sharon, when you're ready. I don't want a drink.
You get yourself home, Mark Brown. Your dinner has been ready hours ago,
and your son has gone to bed without a goodnight kiss from his daddy.
Er, I'd better go. Goodnight.
Oh, been there!
No, you haven't!
Would you like a drink, Bubbles, before you go? No, thanks.
Sharon, when you're ready. A pint of cider and a glass of Chardonnay! OK.
Sharon, is your mother not coming down tonight?
Oh, yeah, she's getting all dolled up.
She couldn't wait to try the curling tongs you gave her for Christmas.
I didn't give her curling tongs for Christmas!
I gave her an electric carving knife.
It said "Electric Carving Knife" on the box!
Who reads boxes? Everybody!
Hello, Dermot. Yeah, hold on, hold on, son.
Hello, calm down! I'm trying to talk to Dermot on the phone.
Dermot? Did you get the contract?
#..Joyful and triumphant... #
I can't hear, there's carol singers!
Leave it to me, Mrs Brown. # O come ye, o come ye... # FECK OFF!
Sorry, everybody, but I've had it for about a month now!
Thank you, Father.
Fantastic! Well, just park the car and come on in.
Dermot's just here, he got the contract!
What is SHE doing here?
Rory asked her. Sorry, it's not fair to you.
Hey, girls! Hi's, Cathy!
Bubbles. Oh, dear, I thought everybody was dressing up.
Bitch! Don't mind her. It's always casual dress.
Congratulations, boys, well done!
Well done! You got the contract. We did.
And did you do the dance? We did! And I didn't put a foot wrong!
Well done, Buster! Go and get yourselves a drink.
Oh, wait, wait, just one second. What did the dance look like?
I knew it! Go with it. No, no, no, come HERE!
What way did you start it?
Like that. Do a little bit of it, go on!
We've no music or anything, Ma! Oh, I have fuckin' music!
Are you ready?
Touche!
Get yourselves a feckin' drink.
Yous knew I was going to do that, didn't ya? Oh, Mrs Brown...
I have that thing for ye. Whoa, son! Back off!
And I put it up. Good man, well done! Thank you.
Now, it's a reject, so I hope it works OK. Yeah, yeah, yeah. What works? What?
No, nothing, son, it doesn't matter. Go on, go get a drink.
I'm glad we got to Christmas and we're not fighting.
Me too... Husband!
Dino, you're more than my husband...
you're me best friend.
Thank you.
If we were on a sinking ship and there was only one life jacket...
..I'd miss you every day!
But, Buster, we all need a moral compass.
Imagine if we all decided to ignore the law?
Instead of just banks and politicians? Er, well, yeah.
You haven't changed a bit!
Yes, I have. No, you're still as handsome as ever.
Bubbles, I don't know what you were expecting,
but if it's hooking up with me... That's it, hold this. I'm going to smack her!
Hold on there, Bubblicious!
Now, there's only two women in this room that get
to stroke his face like that, and you are not one of them!
Calm down, Mrs Brown.
Mark's a big boy, he's well able to make his own decisions. Listen, Chunky...
I've put up with your play-acting for old times' sake,
but that's the straw that burnt the bridge when we came across on the camel.
The last my son saw of you 12 years ago was your arse vanishing out that door.
An arse that I might add has doubled in size.
I have never been so insulted! Well, I'm trying me best!
As far as I'm concerned, Mark Brown had
the luckiest break of his life 12 years ago! Not because you dumped him.
Because he met Betty.
You couldn't come near her. And she's crap!
It's time I was going. Check your watch again, love. You'll find it's slow...
12 years slow. Good riddance!
Oh! Don't push yer fuckin' luck, Betty.
What is WRONG with my family? What's wrong with you?
Mark? Why didn't YOU tell her piss off?
I just did, Mammy, only not as loud as you did.
Fine! Cathy, what's wrong with YOU?
Looking for an angle to come at somebody who's harassing you.
Why don't you stand up for yourself? I did, Mammy! I smacked her in the mouth!
Fine. OK!
Rory... Rory, when are you going to learn
that Botox doesn't work on a double chin?
I'm going to get more food!
Oh, thank you very much, Winnie.
Sit down, love. Oh, thanks, love. Winnie, I've decided to help you...
..with your bucket list. Really? How?
Well, what was the first thing on it? Get a tattoo.
Roll up your sleeve. Right.
What's the next thing? See the Rifle Tower.
Winnie, I cashed in my Canada ticket
in exchange for two tickets to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower.
Ah, Agnes...
..who am I going to bring? Feck off!
What else?
Oh, yeah, drink hot chocolate in the snow.
Taste that.
It's hot chocolate! Now, here...
put them on.
Follow me.
FOLLOW ME!
Ah, Agnes!
Ah, this is amazing!
What was the next thing on your list?
Own a bit of land.
Ah, Jaysus, Agnes, you haven't gone and bought me a farm, have you?
No.
Better! Here, look at that.
"Winnie McGoogan, you are now the owner of KT1069."
What's that? Winnie, look up at the sky.
Yeah? Do you see the Plough? Yeah.
Now follow me, count to five.
One, two, three, four, five.
Now go up one. Yeah? See that star? Uh-huh?
Congratulations, Winnie, you own that.
Ah, Agnes, that's amazing!
Here, who owns the bright one next to it? Me!
Here, I was going to add one more thing to the list. What?
That Sharon would win Miss World.
Would you settle for Crufts?
You can't touch this!
You know, Winnie, there's nothing sadder than waking up
on Christmas morning and not being a child. I know.
But this - THIS makes me feel like a child again!
It's a pity it isn't snowing.
Hold on!
Ah, Agnes this is... this is amazing!
You're too good to me. Yes, I am.
This is lovely!
Well, Buster said it was a reject.
I don't know why they rejected it. Seems to be working fine.
Well, that answers that! Right, enough now, come on.
Ah, Agnes, do you mind if I sit out here for a while?
You can sit out here all night if you want to, Winnie. Goodnight, love.
Well...that's Christmas done
and I managed to get through it in one piece.
Ahhhhh! Help, I'm after falling down the stairs!
Help! Good God! Grandad!
Aargh!
I'm grand, I'm grand!
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine! Really, I'm OK!
You can't touch this!
No...still in one piece! Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Goodnight! # You can't touch this
# Can't touch this
♪ Break it down! ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
# Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
# Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
# Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! # Stop, Hammer time!
# Go with the flow, it is said
# If you can't groove to this Then you probably are dead
# So wave your hands in the air
# Bust a few moves run your fingers through your hair
♪ This is it, for a winner ♪ Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner
♪ Move, slide your rump ♪ Just for a minute let's all do the bump
♪ Bump, bump, bump ♪ Yeah ♪ You can't touch this. ♪
Bye! Merry Christmas! Goodnight!