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  • Текст песни Sketches - Mr. Jones

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    Mr. Jones goes into an office.
    Mr. Jones: Good afternoon.
    Girl: Good afternoon.
    Mr. Jones: My name's Jones. Charles
    Jones. I come from Wales,
    from Cardiff. I saw an advertisement
    in the newspaper. It
    said: 'Charles Jones. Money.
    Four o'clock. Tuesday afternoon.'
    And it gave this
    address.
    Girl: Ah yes. Wait in here please,Mr.
    Jones.
    (She takes Mr. Jones into
    another office.)
    Mr. Jones: Thank you.
    Girl: With these two gentlemen.
    Mr. Jones: Oh, thank you.(The girl goes
    out.)
    Mr. Jones: Good afternoon.
    Mr. Jones 2: Good afternoon.
    Mr. Jones: Good afternoon.
    Mr. Jones 3: Good afternoon.
    Mr. Jones: Nice day, isn't it?
    Mr. Jones 2: Yes.
    Mr. Jones 3: Yes, it is.
    (The girl comes in.)
    Girl: Now - Mr. Jones?
    Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones 2, Mr. Jones 3: Yes?
    Girl: Mr. Jones?
    Mr. Jones Mr. Jones 2 Mr. Jones 3: Yes?
    Girl: Which one of you is Mr. Jones?
    Mr. Jones: I am
    Mr. Jones 2: So am I,
    Mr. Jones 3: So am I.
    Mr. Jones: No, my name's Jones,
    Mr. Jones 2: So's mine.
    Mr. Jones 3: So's mine,
    Girl: I want to speak to Mr.
    Charles Jones
    Mr. Jones: Charles Jones! That's
    me!
    Mr. Jones 2: No, I'm Charles Jones.
    Mr. Jones 3: That's my name, too!
    Girl: Charles Edward Jones.
    Mr. Jones: Yes! My name is Charles
    Edward Jones.
    Mr. Jones 3: So's mine.
    Mr. Jones 2: Mine is, too!
    Girl: I want to speak to Mr. Charles
    Edward Jones from Cardiff.
    Mr. Jones: That's right. I come from
    Cardiff.
    Mr. Jones 2: So do I
    Mr. Jones 3: So do I.
    Girl: The Mr. Jones I want to see
    has got three children.
    Mr. Jones: Yes, that's me! I've got three
    children.
    Mr. Jones 3: So have I.
    (The other man hesitates.)
    Girl: What about you?
    Mr. Jones 2: I've got three children.
    Mr. Jones: You haven't! What are they
    called?
    Mr. Jones 2: What are yours called?
    Mr. Jones: Alan. Michael and David.
    Mr. Jones 2: So are mine.
    Mr. Jones 3: What a coincidence! So are
    mine.
    Girl: So you all say you're Mr.
    Jones?
    Mr. Jones 2, Mr. Jones 3: Yes.
    Girl: And you all saw the advertisement
    in the newspaper.
    Mr. Jones 2 : Yes.
    Girl: (Very seriously) Well, Mr.
    Charles Edward Jones, who
    lives in Cardiff, and has three
    children, hasn't paid any tax
    for the last five years. He must
    pay the government five thousand
    pounds.
    Mr. Jones 2: Er... actually my name isn't
    Jones,
    Mr. Jones 3: Nor is mine, and I don't live in
    Cardiff, either.
    Mr. Jones 2: Nor do I. I live in...Edinburgh,
    as a matter of fact. I didn't
    understand the advertisement.
    Mr. Jones 3: Nor did I, I didn't realize it
    meant Charles Edward Jones.
    Mr. Jones 2: Nor did I. My name isn't
    Charles Edward Jones.
    Mr. Jones 3: Nor is mine. He's the man
    you're looking for.
    Mr. Jones: Oh dear.
    Mr. Jones 2: Yes, of course he is! Sorry to
    have troubled you. Goodbye.
    Mr. Jones 3: Yes, sorry to have troubled
    you. Goodbye. (The two men
    leave)
    Girl: So you're Mr. Jones,
    Mr. Jones: Yes.
    Girl: Congratulations!
    Mr. Jones: Eh?
    Girl: You're a rich man.
    Mr. Jones: I'm not!
    Girl: Yes, you are. You've got a lot
    of money!
    Mr. Jones: I haven't. I can't pay that tax.
    Girl: There isn't any tax!
    Mr. Jones: I haven't got - No tax?
    Girl: No. That was just a story. I
    had to find the real Mr. Jones.
    Mr. Jones: Why?
    Girl: Because the real Mr. Jones is a
    very rich man.
    Mr. Jones: I don't understand.
    Girl: Mr. Jones - Charlie. Your greatuncle
    Max died last week.
    Mr. Jones: Oh, no...
    Girl: And his money goes to you!
    Mr. Jones: To me? But great-uncle Max
    was a millionaire!
    Girl: That's right.
    Mr. Jones: So now I'm a millionaire?
    Girl: Er...no.
    Mr. Jones: Oh.
    Girl: You're half a millionaire.
    Mr. Jones: Half a millionaire? Which half?
    The top half or the bottom
    half?
    Girl: No, no, no. You share the
    money with one other relation.
    Mr. Jones: Half a millionaire! Who do I
    share the money with?
    Girl: Me!
    Mr. Jones: You?
    Girl: Yes, I'm your cousin Jane.
    Mr. Jones: Cousin Jane? Really? You've
    grown up!
    Girl: So have you.
    Mr. Jones: And now you're half a millionaire.
    Girl: And so are you! Let's go out
    and celebrate.
    Mr. Jones: Good idea! Let's go out and
    celebrate! Come on!
    (He opens the door.)
    Mr. Jones: Oh...er...Jane?
    Girl: Yes?
    Mr. Jones: Have you got enough money
    for the bus fare?

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