All language subtitles for Number 10 - episode 1 Old Glad Eyes (Gladstone) - starring Dennis Quilley & Celia Johnson (1983)

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I don't know you, would you? Yeah. And I know you too, old lad-eyes. And I'm not having any. So you can go and try your look elsewhere. Oh, you'd be well rewarded, you know that. I… I do. And I'm still not having any.

Batou, etou'l lay Wercaxer?

oku talou lasadu arzea hoi mouldy?

Ga יודעiit te sto beh,

Burna baai establishinga honim.

He medarihin totaan her fam wood o roowsawian.

Ya spleo Bern, ya spleo man o mamme rau'ETouan moerem zag [?o

H caseeasio.

B ya spokenindhaаю ca seś maligua.

M Тыоля.

S'il grave muherzi roc novelty.

Ma ne nagор t'ha o mai presovat voting.

S guz ف previo ma 느p��.

No traveioso manda nor mafia schie comedian.

Go barm p mày, ga haneil y un osenедra o gし in singa ner e nasty.

Yes Mam.

Fiske las!

Él smasel recognisedi DOH optimization.

Ugnuprom Kohdoa propody щ Godb vousshi?

A hankadzi por lud每qydäh hope enti dominatinghnoha cohen en letzt Livingou minus naw woman?

Falaf donde su'lre uw i'pson, udna parto nka.

traincar te a o

Pop Cloram En Wreex

tecn существow I lol

Car-, est Coren sungue, Mart naught, Worlandahない.

Fig,ски...

...Shees tto ho proven de fiu, 15 atrás.

At chewy

Contrepp Shakolin?

Oi progression coco reboundiondan

A vostro obi testamunt bare,

A uta!

È una ah3!

Ménme,LRF.

necesita challenging itум.

L shout morning.

40 minzemoranensea!

Temmar ume confusing.

Cuазignepil,

Sedel?

好a ja din mingai mongi flambutania.

Ti SK works it da no schroses i e sorma?

Ys0mkoubea ourlo!

Merely, l'amagaze in the magazines.

In the preacher last Sunday, he ran about the scarlet woman of Babylon and that.

Who is she?

You better watch your time, Margot.

I mean, what if they're brothels?

That's where I am.

I've been catching it to a brothel.

I'm fetching the polistos.

Let's have a moment to pop a scent.

Dear, dear, no. Dear...

Dear, who's who and what's what?

None of them, my dear.

Tell me what all this hideous about.

I am Mrs. Gantston.

If you speak English to her, she's a bizarre lingo.

You're a family chatter.

Mrs. Gantston, I don't understand.

This was the most important, gentlemen.

It is my dear no matter who may be living here at the time.

Though it is true.

At the moon.

Oh, dear, Kathy.

Come and sit down.

But then it is the duty of all of us in this life

to help those who are less fortunate than others.

At this one, Mr. Gantston tries to do

and I do my best to help.

Who says we're less fortunate than anyone else?

I'm quite sure that my wife met nothing, Pigeonotus.

I don't recollect complaining.

Mrs. Hampton, Agatha T and pound cake for all of us.

Everyone.

And meanwhile, sisters, brethren,

in honour of our guests who are among us here this evening,

we will sing a verse of rock-a-bages.

You too, Hampton.

You have a particularly fine baritone.

Are we all ready?

Rock-a-bages left for me.

Let me hide my sister.

And if you must know the words everybody does this.

The water and the blood

from the ribbon-sized road

be of silver double cure

lends me from its guilt and heart.

Good, very good, splendid.

I think we all deserve our little collision.

Everybody, sit.

If you please.

This list could finally grow up so soon.

For what we ought to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

I think you'll pull it off this time.

They don't look too promising to me.

But, Mr. Gladstone, you never know.

Well, that's it.

And if you will permit me so to address you...

I've got you.

You're the one they call glad eyes.

Old glad eyes.

Yes, is that really your wife?

Yes, it is indeed.

We work together a great deal of time.

But, not all the time, they?

No, not all the time.

Sometimes she has to be away.

And then the... my small play.

I hear it tell that you're a talker.

You like to talk about things.

I a talker.

No, I'm not a talker.

Well, not under these circumstances.

Of course, I have been known to string a few words together in my time.

Ever.

Some of the girls I try to assist do occasionally find it helpful to...

unburden their souls to...

describe their lives to me.

Now, have you anything you'd like to tell me?

No. Not a fan.

Annie?

Oh, you neither.

Oh, very well.

Well, as you may know, my wife and I are members of the church...

...penitentiary association for the reclamation of fallen women.

Oh, dear!

Yes, it is a bit of a mouthful, is it not?

However, we have found the Clua House of Mercy,

the Newport home of refuge in Soho Square,

the San Mere Magdalene House of Refuge in Paddington.

Missed Gladys, sir. You've been very kind and the Tienicite...

...and that was notly.

You go there for a short stay.

You're looked after by good women.

I come and visit you whenever I have the time.

And then you go back into society refreshed and rehabilitated.

Not for me, if you don't mind, sir.

I feel nice and refreshed and re-um...

...what's it right now as a matter of fact?

Very well.

But if ever you're in trouble or need of any kind...

...please don't hesitate to call on me.

Thank you very much, sir. You're very kind.

We'll remember. Annie?

And...

...you're quite certain there's nothing we can do for you?

No, no, no, no.

Thank you.

I shall keep you in my mind and in my prayers.

I have to ensure these good ladies are, would you?

And may I take it that, for tonight, at least...

...you'll be going straight home.

Well, that's, sir. It's after sin.

The foreign secretary has made you to see us.

Show me, please.

Hey.

Oh, Lord, forgive me my failure with these two...

...for Lord creatures this evening.

And give me the strength to continue my efforts.

Lord Granville, sir.

Ah.

Oh, my dear G, it's not like you to risk ruin...

...in your digestion by rushing about this hour.

I wouldn't jeopardize my reputation for idleness for anyone else.

I just had a telegram from Dublin.

More rioting in our mar.

When is there not?

Oh, Ireland, Ireland, is there never to be an end to it?

We've been fighting them now for three-older years, longer.

Why can't we accept that they have the right to cover themselves and end it?

They're not exactly an easy people to help.

If I can't push home rule through this next session of Parliament...

...I shall resign.

Well, I'm not a well-man.

I'm 72 years of age and I'm fading fast.

Shall we go down to the country at the weekend?

Yes, yes, I do. I should be done at Kusselharden...

...trying to conserve my strength.

If you please, sir, you will ask for on the telephone.

And what?

Your wife had it put in last year, sir.

Oh, yes, it is, Aisha. But I've decided not to take it up.

Tell her where it is to telegraph. Who is it anyway?

It's a Mr Howard Vincent, sir.

Who's he?

He's had some new department. I think he said it was to do with the police.

Criminal investigation.

Criminal investigation, department. Quite so.

Quite so.

Policemen dress like clerks.

Tell him I'll see him at Downey Street, 3 o'clock on Monday.

A personal detective.

That is the proposal, sir. Yes.

Are you aware, Mr Vincent, that I won my last election,

and precedentally informal personal tour of Scotland...

...and the company solely by my wife...

...with not a single detective in sight?

Not in sight, sir. No.

Are you informing me, sir, that you had men lurking about...

...whom I did not see?

That is the purpose of a detective, sir, to see and not be seen.

You are a formidable fellow, Mr Vincent.

We are living in turbulent times, sir.

You are deeply identified with the Irish question.

There are anarchists and revolutionaries active in other fields too.

And you cannot have failed to have been informed...

...that the incidence of bombings is going up.

Explosions, Mr Vincent, are the drums behind the symphony of British history.

We are singularly unmoved by loud noises.

I might have taken Prime Minister that you decline...

...the protection of a plain close detective, assigned exclusively to you.

You are so to take it. Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, sir.

You appreciate Prime Minister that I come directly under the Aegis...

...of the Home Secretary in this matter.

You may leave Sir William Harcourt to me, Mr Vincent.

I fear you will not be the PM's private pillar after all, Edwards.

You mean you won't have me? You won't have anybody.

He doesn't believe in it.

Sir?

Well, you don't suppose it could have anything to do with his...

...charitable work.

Among the girls, like me breathing down his neck, making it awkward.

I don't know.

I will create a stampede from the wrong.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Leave some of that jelly for me.

I agree with Eddie.

If you leave yourself open to great danger...

...Mr Vincent is going to do Harcourt and Eddie Hamilton.

I have the right to be concerned for your safety.

I have been badgering you.

You were the first man in Europe.

In my capacity as Home Secretary.

It is your duty to protect me.

A politician must take chances.

I defer not only to political maniacs.

The judge is infested with footpaths, sandlakers, cutthroats...

...even women who can't scoff around your neck...

...and strip you of your possessions without you being able to utter a sound...

...or make a move to defend yourself.

I should like to meet such a woman.

You won't meet one, but three acting in consult.

And your nightwalks make you a particular target.

I have been indulging in my nightwalks, as you call them.

I have never met a single woman who would not treat me with...

...the most cactusy.

Hello, my darling.

Are you having a good party?

Come over and meet me.

He has the most incredible energy I understand.

Mary, I find myself without words to express it.

Medical opinion has the vitality of ten men.

A children was some protection naturally...

...and the carrying of them held naturally.

And the nursing also?

No, not really.

I've never believed in that as an impediment.

And who's to say he was wrong?

Who indeed?

Now you can ask him another question.

He'll wiggle his right ear for yes and his left ear for no.

I'll have a punch in my birthday.

He'll need notice of that question.

Ask him another.

This is one we can all sing.

Come, everyone. Katie wishes a choir.

When you and I have a young, hello, this artist.

Hello, great to see you.

Mrs. Busty, I know that you know this one.

Captain, please you on the top line.

I wander today to the hill, Maggie, to wash the sea below.

The creek and the creek below will, Maggie,

as we used to long, long ago.

The ring of his gone from the hill, Maggie,

there was the day's his front.

The creek and old mill is still, Maggie,

since you were not a one-year-old.

Lucy, Maggie, here you're just in time.

Will it be spining for the song?

Yes, Patrick, you can give us one of your songs.

Well, I fear I'm not in very good voice.

This fog outside.

Mrs. Henry, Mrs. Henry,

give not Patrick, this one of your some-feet roots.

Prepare and special for your arrival, or honey and caught.

I would never refuse any concoction, Mrs. Hunter.

Lucy, please.

Maggie, specifically by your wife,

break us through all my dear,

to the complete need.

As you were, Maggie, when you and I were young,

love oh, pretty, well sung, gentlemen.

Come on, now it's your turn.

Now that father is dispatching you to Ireland, we shall be missing you.

Well, only for a couple of days.

I'm going simply to keep my permanent undersecretary Mr. Burke company.

He does all the work.

Now, what shall he sing?

The Blue Bells of Scotland, the Shepherd's evening song,

drink to me only.

Drink to me only.

Here you are.

Drink to me only with thy eyes,

and I will pledge with mine.

I'll leave a kiss within the cup,

and I will not ask for wine.

The thirst that from the soared arthritis,

the thirst that from the soared arthritis.

Butchert.

In broad daylight, Freddy.

In Phoenix Park, Dublin.

Oh.

You better sit. I'm to another to brandy.

Oh, yes.

Does my husband know?

He can't be found, ma'am. I had hoped he'd be with you.

We don't the austenian, but sit.

Oh, thank you.

Then I went on to reception at the amcline.

He came home.

He should have been here a long time ago.

Good evening, Hampton.

Dear Ist.

Freddy Cavendish has been murdered.

Like Teteristan, Dublin, Stab to death in Phoenix Park.

Oh, Lord, look on with mercy.

I'm taken to thy love by good servant, Frederick Cavendish,

who died this day in the service of his country.

Shine on him with thy eternal light,

which washes away all sin,

and that met him into bliss.

I'm not a slave, but a slave.

Frederick all sin, and that met him into bliss, everlasting.

Amen.

I call him.

I'm called him.

How could they?

Why, Frederick? Why, my love?

What would I do?

How would I live?

Father, forgive them.

For they know not what they do.

I don't even say dear child, dear.

Dear, this child, there.

It must never blame yourself for sending him.

Oh, no.

There can be no question of that.

Dear child, come with me.

May I take it, then, Prime Minister,

that in view of yesterday's tragedy,

you will now agree to accept close police surveillance.

I was under the impression I had already done so.

Well, not in so many words, Prime Minister.

You indicated acceptance of the general principle, yes,

but a specific undertaking, I think not.

You talking my words, sir?

With all due respect we haven't had your words.

I've agreed many words, not your word.

Yes, sir.

Will you not accept a personal detective?

Yes, confounded yes.

Where this meeting closed?

God's teeth, it's like stalking a stag.

Still not sure the stags of bay.

What do you mean?

Say you would accept the person that they if he didn't say he would cooperate with him.

He's off again.

Will he give me the officer in St James's?

I wasn't expecting it from him.

Another feat in bomb, you lost him.

But he's on their side.

Bombs don't know that.

Here's a pretty miss.

A pretty miss indeed.

But night walking, yes.

But not only yet.

Nearly three a.m.

Who else never said it?

I felt it my duty to inform yourself, Lord Granville and Lord Rosbury,

how at Vincent of the Criminal Investigation Department and of course Mrs. Gloucester.

How is she taking it?

You know Catherine, in her eyes you can do no wrong.

She just murmured something in that private language of hers and went to bed.

If she said if I quote her accurately that it was very gaunt of him

and he must have the housums, she said what?

Roughly translated I believe it means that it was rather irritating of him

and he must have some political worries.

A political worries?

Think he will have it, this little adventure gets out.

It could bring him down.

And if he goes, the party goes with him.

His foes have started to dig.

I don't believe they'll find a thing, the man's too open about it.

Three quarters of a miserably paid and highly bribeable police force

have witnessed his activities.

There's yet no one's been able to buy any scandal from them.

Here his wife have set up institutions in his unfortunate creatures.

Lady Cavendish and other high-minded ladies have helped.

Lady Cavendish and other worthy ladies

do not actively seek out prostitutes in their haunts

and engage them in no doubt high-minded conversation.

Recently he has taken to following them inside their brothels.

It's incredible that no word of it has yet filter down to the general populace

but I fear for it every day.

Somebody has got to speak to him.

Speak to him?

My dear chap, I simply don't speak to the old man about things like that.

Yes, and nevertheless it's got to be done.

Then you do it.

He wouldn't listen to me.

He considers me far too frivolous.

No, hardcore to your man.

He has the solemn countenance and stately port for it.

Not a few. Point blank.

But I have an alternative.

I believe that whoever does speak to him ought to be a man of the cloth.

And I think I have just the man for the job.

His son, Stephen, of course.

Perfect.

What's more, he's here staying the night.

I'll go and find him.

Never, never, never.

Even for me to mention such a topic to him would in my position somehow lend it credence.

It has credence already.

Have you not heard it said that a great deal of her majesty's dislike of your father

stems from the gossip she has heard?

No doubt in accurate about his activities.

My father is the purest, simplest, most innocent Christian I know.

It was largely his example which persuaded me to take the cloth myself.

To think of discussing with him the kind of matters you have mentioned

is practically beyond the bounds of my mind to contemplate.

I give you good night gentlemen.

I'll go and find him.

Then is between you and me, Eddie.

What?

To talk to him.

Heads or tails.

I'm not sure that I agree.

Tails.

Heads.

Dost.

Thank God for that.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, good morning, good morning.

We've been married, sir.

With you being missing all night, sir.

I was perfectly alright to you, fellow.

Perfectly alright.

Excuse me, sir.

Do you mind telling me exactly where you...

What?

Nothing, sir.

Nothing in the world.

It's just as well that we keep in touch at all times, sir.

But to Vincent, I've been looking after myself for the last 70-odd years.

I think I can probably manage it for a little bit longer.

Still, you don't mind us trying to do our best, sir.

Well, it's always to Vincent.

Well, as my wife would say, another day...

Another duck shoot.

Yes, sir.

Quite so, sir, yes.

Good morning.

Good morning, sir.

Early bird, sir.

All Lord, to thee we dedicate this day

with whatever trials and demands it may bring forth.

And we ask of thee, the strength, to deal with them

in purity of heart and spirit

and in the knowledge of thy ever-present love.

Amen.

Amen.

Well, no.

What gets us all out of our birds so early on this fine morning.

None of us has been to bed, sir.

How about...

There are telegrams from Cato and Delhi, Prime Minister.

Arabia has attacked the Kadeev,

this busy fortifying Alexandria.

The Russians have started to infiltrate Afghanistan again.

I shall be holding a cabinet in one hour.

You were a tired of strength.

Well, you've never room to talk.

You'd retreated before we didn't sound of the bugle.

There's no failure of carriage on resby.

As part I interrupted, I could see the time was quite wrong.

I have him yet.

I made me the cover round.

Perhaps I have the snap to run the old fox to earth.

Is he a no fox?

He might be just a staggeringly moral, righteous and pious, as he seems, you know.

It's for you, Lord, just delivered by virtue.

Thank you, Captain.

Good Lord.

Not anonymous?

No.

Not this time.

I said, cabinet, we're being one hour.

I'm sorry, I didn't realise.

Oh, do it, mind of a mind.

I wasn't doing any good anyway.

What does Ecludeus says?

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

No, they don't, do they?

What's that?

Someone's got to talk to you and I've drawn the short straw.

Am I so terrible to talk to a man who has to lose a lot of it?

You're endangering the party.

What in the name of the old might he are you talking about?

I am the party.

I won the last election over the heads of parties.

The skies were crimson with the gold, the people's torches, the air,

quivered with the thunder of their claim.

And those same people would tear you down in those same streets if...

if certain facts were to reach their ears.

What facts, pray.

Well, for instance, the fact that if you slept at all last night,

it wasn't in your own bed.

You?

Impinant, indelicate, graceless young, up!

I chose not to sweep at all, but why in a hater shall I explain to you?

The fact that the rich and fashionable whore, Laura Bell,

bandage your name about as familiarly as that of her spaniard.

I try to redeem her from her prison mode of existence.

I've never denied it.

And the fact that on the night, the very night that London was buzzing

with the news of the slaughter of your nephew, Freddy Cavendish,

and Phoenix Park Dublin, instead of hurrying back to Downing Street,

you went off with a prostitute near the Duke of York's steps.

Then, you came back here and fell on your knees to pray for Freddy's soul.

Who promulgated this calamity?

The member of the public saw you.

This time, not an enemy.

The master of the Burmese Workhouse, a lifelong admirer of yours.

For years, that statesman has been my idol,

so much for human frailty and credibility.

I almost disperlyve my own eyes and knowledge.

You know nothing!

The young lady was in more poor distress.

Explain that to your torch-bedding worship.

I suggest that I should give up my charitable work.

I'm suggesting...

Sir, that you give up your night walks.

Father, I dislike the idea. There is no need.

It is for me.

I used to think...

there was a time when I believed...

that the healthy soul ought to be able to discharge its burdens

at the foot of the Great Throne...

without the assistance of an intermediate person.

But I no longer believe that.

We all need help.

But I have none of the proper symbols, best in the world.

Impedimentar, merely.

The contact between lay mind and ordained mind is all that is needed.

People say that I've done great things with my life.

I've set nations free across Europe.

I've set people free in this country.

I've doubled the number entitled to vote.

I've liberated them from penal taxes.

But one thing I have never been able to do...

is to liberate myself.

Liberate, Father?

There are.

There are lusts...

which can mannacle a man...

more surely than I, Holmes.

You mean the lusts of the flesh?

By which I have been pursued...

as by the furious...

all my life.

You, Father?

I've been cursed...

with an overabundance of that...

vitality...

which causes the fruits of the earth and the peoples of on it to increase and multiply.

There can be no guilt in that.

Our blessed Lord himself said, go forth and multiply.

You are talking of the normal, temperate man who procreates his family to the greater glory of God.

And in that you've been an example to us all.

You've sired and brought up a family in the world.

You might have allowed myself to have my way.

I would have sired a hundred families, a thousand.

What?

Have you heard of the practice of self-flagulation?

Yes.

In my 20s...

it was only by the use of that discipline...

that I was able to conduct myself as a Christian gentleman.

I...

scourged myself daily...

clearly...

to exercise the demon of unclineless the drove me.

This demon...

did it drive you towards others?

Towards others...

and...

towards myself...

my desires were volcanic.

Was there any particular...

a stimulus that prompted them?

A sight...

touch...

sent...

simply being in a woman's presence mere thoughts even.

And you took measures against such stimuli.

I avoided what the Roman Catholics called the occasions of sin.

As soon as anything...

an atmosphere, the proximity of a woman, the content of a conversation.

As soon as anything...

excited me, I...

simply made some sort of excuse and left.

I must have seen face to range.

To some, I must have seen ill-mannered.

I also stopped frequenting...

certain bookshops.

I'd become a reader of pornography.

No, not the dross which is churned out by the basement print shops in the East End.

No, I was a lover of...

Petronius...

Boccaccio...

the French Fabrio...

stopped reading them.

A walk straight past a new bookshops where I thought I might see them.

I haveverted my eyes from suggestive paintings and gradually...

I weaned myself off it.

I lived a life as close to that of a monk in his soul as if possible for a man who was about in the world.

And the self-fledgerlation?

I had finally to abandon the practice.

I came to realise that pleasure and pain were insidiously related...

and that it was possible for the latter to be the occasion of the former.

Pleasure and pain simultaneously, if you understand me, the pleasure always...

the stronger feeling, but the pain actually underlying it.

The material from which the pleasure was woven.

I...

I even speculated...

when they burned martyrs in the Middle Ages, did the victim feel the pain of the fire?

Or its pleasure?

Ooh...

I got myself into some strange and turbulent waters, but I navigated my way through them and I found the answer.

It was to direct those torrential feelings that I felt within me into my career and into my charitable works.

But...

I still do not know...

whether I deluded myself in the notion of doing good...

by mixing with those women...

or whether I sought through it...

that which was unlawful.

Those who praised my Titanic energy, the ferocious speed with which I drafted bills the hours...

spent on my feet in the commons pouring out words like some human Niagara.

What would they have thought I would?

If they'd known the engine that power'd it all.

You make it sound like some deformity.

This is the admirable and quite natural channeling of your forces for the public good.

Has there ever been one particular woman in whom you found...

in whom you were interested for a long time?

I think I would not wish to answer that.

Have you ever done anything which you would regard as being unfaithful to your wife?

Confession, my son, must be total, a scouring.

I repeat the question.

Have you ever done anything?

I have not been guilty of the act which is known as that of infidelity to the marriage bed.

That is strangely phrased.

It is my answer.

Then you must provide your own absolution.

So be it.

Will you finish that?

Do you two great salimnical men?

Finished?

Oh, great goods above.

Do you think I don't know that my old oak has been sickening for a five-in-one month?

No, there isn't. I may not say very much.

I have not been able to do anything.

I will speak plain-boring English like the rest of my life.

Have you gone to my peak?

I will see you presently.

I have been tormenting my work among the fallen women.

I think he has been tormenting himself.

What did he tell you?

Mother, you have not much respect for the secrecy of the confessional.

Oh, stuff and nonsense.

Family chat, that is all it was.

Anyway, I know perfectly well without your old telling me.

He told me he feels himself a monster full of doubt and guilt and so flirty.

I really can't discuss it.

I know perfectly well how these mean-minded people think about Will's work among the fallen women.

It is prompted by his own predilection.

That is an impression some have.

When your father was a young man of 19 at Oxford, getting his double-fers,

he was a member of a certain private club composed of earnest young men.

And one night they took an oath.

Each of them swarthed.

When he came into his fortune, he would devote one tenth of it per annum to some charitable cause.

And then they drew lots to see which cause should be taken care of by whom.

And will drew fallen women.

Pure charms.

That's just a sleep in pit-pornness.

Why has he never made this known?

He'd a class make excuses for the way he conducts his knowledge.

Where will I see the other night?

That is something we shall never know.

I shall certainly not ask you.

Don't you wish to know?

No.

Because you're afraid to know.

But it's irrelevant to my life with your father.

I've lived with him now for over 40 years.

In my considerate opinion he is the most Christian man I have ever met.

Tormented by a realty which he has controlled and subdued with an iron will.

Tempted?

Yes.

Unlucky.

And the charitable cause which fell to his last years.

Formal in now and then in all little ways nothing of the least importance.

He is a great and good man who has helped and guided thousands.

And he loves each other and we always shall.

Trust is what I can give him.

And I give it to him with all of my heart.

It's his anchor.

Now.

If you'd excuse me.

We're dining with the French ambassador.

All right James, I can manage. Thank you very much.

Cut!

Cut!

They want me to give up my night walking.

Darling, oh. Do you want to look?

No, I do not.

But they say it's getting rised to misconceptions and scandals.

Do you believe them?

They say they have my best interest at heart.

People say that they are usually thinking of their own best interests.

Do you have any misconceptions?

If I did you'd get a soon here about the new great banjilla.

I dare say I would too.

No, no, no, you're crushing your shirt.

Say nothing but you're doing to my dress.

Get down with you, you great sinther.

You'll still be struggling with that stud when we step through the French ambassador's door.

Well, same.

I think perhaps I should give up my nocturnal walks.

Now if it goes against the great.

Well, I could always find some other way.

Fulfilling my mission and the first man to do away with the collar stud will make a million pounds.

Good dinner, I trust, madam.

What, sir?

Oh, passable, hand-unpassable.

I'm not much of a one for this fancy French cuisine.

Caff, I'm damned if I let them cage me in.

Dearest, try not to be too late.

I'm not too late.

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I'm not too late.

So please, proceed to rest.

This kind of European cuisine is affecting how it's made.