Wallace:
[of the trapdoor that slid him out of bed onto the kitchen chair] Well, that went as well as could be expected, didn't it, hmm? Though I might have to make a small adjustment to the drop, a touch painful on reentry.
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Wallace:
[as he goes flying around the room] Don't worry, Gromit! Everything's under control!
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Wallace:
[upon falling into the techno-trousers] It's the wrong trousers! The wrong trousers!
[sees controls on trousers missing]
Wallace:
What have you done with the controls, Gromit?
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[Wallace has fallen into the techno-trousers and, thanks to Feathers McGraw controlling them, sent Wallace rampaging about town before returning him home to bed, tired]
Wallace:
A good doze, that's what I need. Get me strength back. What a... What a shocking calam... calam... calamity...
[falls asleep, snoring]
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