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- And Bergman!
- She's the Virgo type!
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- Like all these, you know.
- Oh, I think she's lovely.
:31:09
I once went to the movies.
I saw Mary Pickford.
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I was mad about her!
Didn't you love her?
:31:16
Well, the Virgo type, like all of these.
:31:18
- What did you see her in?
- I don't quite recall.
:31:21
''The Something Something.''
:31:24
Or was it just plain ''Something''?
Something rather like that.
:31:28
I don't believe you ever went.
:31:31
If I were you, I'd go easy
on the pâté, dear - calories.
:31:37
Phillip,
would you mind helping Mrs Atwater?
:31:39
I'd be glad to. Sit down, Mrs Atwater.
I'll bring it to you.
:31:42
Thank you so much, dear boy.
:31:44
I must apologise for David.
I can't think what's keeping him.
:31:47
He's only in town for the weekend
and David is very popular.
:31:51
- Here, let me help. White or dark?
- A little of both on this for Mrs Atwater.
:31:55
- What about you?
- I don't eat it.
:31:58
How queer! I never heard of anyone
who didn't eat chicken.
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Did you, Brandon? Oh, you probably did.
:32:04
- Why don't you eat it, Phillip?
- I just don't.
:32:07
There must be a reason.
:32:09
Freud says there's a reason
for everything, even me.
:32:12
There's no reason, Janet.
:32:14
As I remember,
you have a very funny reason.
:32:17
- Doesn't he, Brandon?
- Yes.
:32:18
- I knew there had to be one. What is it?
- It's nothing too much.
:32:21
(Rupert) - lt's fascinating.
(Janet) - Come on, Brandon, please.
:32:24
Well, it happened about
three years ago in Connecticut.
:32:27
Mother has a place there, you know.
:32:30
We were going to have chicken
so we walked over to the farm.
:32:34
It was a lovely
Sunday morning in late Spring.
:32:37
Across the valley,
the church bells were ringing.
:32:40
In the yard, Phillip was doing likewise
to the necks of two or three chickens.
:32:44
Oh, dear!
:32:45
It was a task he usually
performed very competently.
:32:48
But on this particular morning, his touch
was, perhaps, a trifle too delicate.
:32:52
because one of the subjects
for our dinner table suddenly rebelled.
:32:55
- Like Lazarus, he rose -
- That's a lie!