Him:
I met 'er down in Napoli and didn't she look great
And so I brought 'er back to Blighty just to show me mates
And though we're married 'appily, I'll tell ya furthermore
I 'aven't 'ad a decent meal since Nineteen-Forty-Four!
Her:
Eat your minestrone, Joe!
Him:
That's all you ever say!
Her:
Eat your macaroni, Joe!
Him:
Ev'ry blinkin' day!
Her:
No wonder you're so boney, Joe
And skinny as a rake!
Him:
Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me muvver used to make!
Him:
Bangers and mash
Her:
Minestrone
Him:
Bangers and mash
Her:
Macaroni
Him:
Give us a bash at the bangers and mash me muvver used to make!
Her:
Eat your tagliatelli, Joe!
Him:
That's all I've 'eard for years!
Her:
Eat your vermicelli, Joe!
Him:
It's comin' out me ears!
Her:
You've got to fill your belly, Joe!
Joe, for heaven's sake!
Him:
Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me muvver used to make!
Her:
Well, alright!
Him:
Bangers and mash
Her:
Tagliatelli
Him:
Bangers and mash
Her:
Vermicelli
Him:
Ah, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me muvver used to make!
(Spoken. All voices by Sellers):
American reporter:
Nineteen-Forty-Three, Allied Forces land in Italy!
1st soldier:
There's a smashin'-lookin' bird over there, Bert. I think she's showin' out there.
2nd soldier:
Well, why don't you chat 'er up then?
1st soldier:
Right! Bongourno Signorina now. 'Ere, are you married?
Italian Girl:
(Unintellible reply)
1st soldier:
There y'are. Can't 'ave a fairer answer than that, can ya!
Her:
I met him back in Italy, so dashing and good-looking
He wined me and he dined me ev'ry night
He said I smiled so prettily and how he loved my cooking
But since he's married me, it seems he's lost his appetite
Him (Italian accent):
Eat your tagliatelli, Soph!
Her (co*kney accent):
That's all you ever say! Ooohhhhh!
Him:
Eat your vermicelli, Soph!
Her:
Ev'ry bloomin' day!
Him:
You've a-got to fill your belly, Soph!
Soph, for heaven's sake!
Her:
Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash your muvver used to make!
Him:
Bangers and mash
Her:
Minestrone
Him:
Bangers and mash
Her:
Macaroni
Him:
Give me a bash with the bangers and mash!
Her:
(Laughing)
Him:
Like the same one what your mother was!
Her:
(Laughing)
Him:
What you laughing at now?
Her:
(Laughing)
Him:
(Indistinct)
. . . . . Please!
Her:
Joe?
Him:
Yes
Her:
Why don't you belt up or I'll give you punch up the throat!
Him:
Now she's-a-tells-a-me. Hah! Mamma Mia!