1:33:02
- Lucy, any mail?
- Here it is, my lady.
1:33:06
It's from Edith.
1:33:08
- Can't mistake that childish handwriting.
- Coming! Reckon that's the new boarder.
1:33:12
Just got in on the afternoon train
from New York.
1:33:18
Listen to this:
1:33:19
"Dear Mary, the stork has just delivered
Phelps and me another female!"
1:33:23
Good heavens! That makes eight girls.
1:33:25
Eight little cherubs. How sweet!
1:33:28
L'amour, I'amour. Toujours I'amour!
1:33:35
Who the heck is paging I'Amour?
1:33:46
Here I am, girls. Move over.
1:33:49
- Where's the porter?
- What's that contraption?
1:33:52
An English saddle.
1:33:53
I refuse to learn to ride
one of those Western things.
1:33:56
- Did you ever see a horse laugh?
- Pardon?
1:33:58
You're going to.
1:34:00
Here's a letter for you.
1:34:03
Want to go to your room,
or stay here and dish with your buddies?
1:34:07
I'll be along.
1:34:12
- Et tu, Brute?
- Darling.
1:34:15
What a gathering of the clan.
1:34:17
- Why didn't you send a wire?
- They told me to put nothing on paper.
1:34:21
Anyway, here I am.
1:34:23
Another member of the big roundup?
1:34:25
This is the Countess De Lave,
Mrs. Howard Fowler.
1:34:27
How do you do?
1:34:30
- And Mrs. Aarons.
- How do you do?
1:34:33
How do you do?
1:34:35
Howard Fowler,
the man I trusted my life with...
1:34:38
...has kicked me out for some filthy beezle.
1:34:41
Don't go, darling. We're all girls together.
1:34:44
- Pour Mrs. Fowler a little drinkie.
- Okay.
1:34:47
But he couldn't have kicked you out,
not Howard.
1:34:50
Is that so? That's all you know about him.
The man's a fiend, an absolute Borgia!
1:34:54
You wouldn't believe the things he did.
1:34:56
One day, he picked a quarrel with me,
so I ordered him out of the house.