A Matter of Loaf and Death

00:00:24 Oh, it's you. No!

00:01:56 Fill her up, lad.

00:02:51 Good days work, man. We're bang on...

00:03:58 Oh, egg.

00:04:36 My name is Piella. Piella Bakewell.

00:05:11 Well back to the grind. As it were.

00:05:50 We were just passing by going for a walk...

00:06:44 Mr. Wallace you are cheeky.

00:09:09 Love is a many splendered thing, Gromit. But doesn't love tie you out?

00:12:26 Good night, Fluffles. Sweet dreams.

00:13:54 I think congratulations might be in order, lad.

00:15:21 How about a nice pot of cock-a-leakie soup?

00:16:09 He bit me!

00:16:55 I'm such a silly sausage. It just sort of fell of my foot.

00:17:35 I hate flour, I hate bread and I hate bakers

00:18:41 I am so sorry, Wallace. So so sorry.

00:19:12 - Why don't you join us? - I would, but Fluffles isn't feeling too well.

00:20:21 I'll deal with you two later.

00:21:15 It's one of those joke candles, lad.

00:22:36 That has put a spanner in the works.

00:23:23 Lass?

00:24:46 Bomb voyage, Wallace.

00:26:16 Farewell my angel cake. You'll always be my bake-o-lite girl.

00:28:17 Put paws the wheel, lad. Concentrate.