Dinner is Served, Merci Chef Bean ｜ Bean The Movie ｜ Mr Bean World

Oh! He's a genius, huh? That's what they tell me. Well, he looks like a fruitcake to me. Willing to take responsibility for his actions? Oh! Oh. Whoever that is, I am getting rid of him. There he is! David, sorry we're late. Mwah! Mwah! Traffic! Oh, terrible. You couldn't believe it. It's just the way she is. It's green. No, it's the yellow. It's just the yellow. She isn't... Well, where is Allison? Well, I've got some bad news and some good news. The bad news is that Allison has had to go visit her mom, who, well, is not well. That's too bad. Dear, poor thing. Sorry to hear that, David. The good news is that Dr. Bean and I will be cooking. Oh! I'm sure that's good news. Well, of course it is. All the greatest chefs in the world are men. So, what's on the menu, maestro? How could I forget? Oh, no way. No. No, that's for Thanksgiving. Allison would kill me. No, there's got to be something else. Okay, you stuff it. I'll distract them. Drink for Sylvia. Here's your sea breeze. Oh, thank you. Here's your Cape Cod or whatever it's called. And a single malt for George. I'm going to have the same. Ha, ha, ha. Listen, David. Bean's speech is going to be okay. Oh. You don't want to die of boredom the second he opens his mouth. Oh, no. I'm sure he'll be fascinated. Oh. Now, listen, David. I want a straight answer. What do you think about the menu? You know, maybe I should just go in and help Dr. Bean. Sylvia, no. Please sit down. The doctor is in complete control of the situation. You see, the problem with the mayor is that... Well, how can I put this kindly? He's a total idiot. What the city needs is leadership. Vision. Vision. I don't think you're going to get that from some compromised career politician. Which is why George should be running for office. Excuse me. George, you all right in there? Yes, thanks. What do you think? Twenty minutes? Yeah. All right. All right. Put some vegetables on it. Come and say hello. Maestro. My taste buds are positively tingling with anticipation. Oh, thanks. I think we'll pass on the appetizer. So, Bean. Big day, Tuesday. Your big day. My big day. I have a question for you. He's very attentive to detail. Everything must be just so. Bean, I think we need to be honest with each other. I cannot deny that over the last days, some suspicions have begun to gather in my mind. And I would just like to ask you some direct questions. Okay? Number one. Are you a doctor? Number two. Do you know anything about art? Just for instance, was Leonardo da Vinci an American basketball player? Yes. Hi, Dad. Hello, Doctor. Hi, Dad. Oh. Leo. There's a shadow hanging over me. Oh, yesterday. And suddenly, I had to go. I don't know. She wouldn't see. Ah! Oh! Dad! I told you! Dad! Hello? Mr. Gerson, yes. He's just here in the shower with me. I think you're great. Yes, hello, Mr. Gerson. Oh, no, no. You must have misunderstood him. What can I... She is? Oh, thank you for calling me. Yes, okay. Goodbye. Bye.