:30:03
Pardon me,
but have you a fly swatter?
:30:06
I beg your pardon.
:30:08
If you beg around here,
I'll call the police.
:30:10
I repeat, I beg your pardon.
:30:13
I don't care what you've eaten.
:30:14
I've eaten nothing.
:30:15
Poor dear.
Here, get a sandwich.
:30:18
- Sir, I demand an apology!
- I don't know you.
:30:20
Who are your people?
Are you in the social register?
:30:23
- My name happens to be Smith.
- Never heard of them.
:30:26
That shows you're asinine.
:30:28
I should have worn my overcoat.
:30:30
You've interrupted me
in the middle of my sonnet.
:30:32
In the middle of your what?
:30:34
Not in the middle of my what,
the middle of my sonnet.
:30:36
My ode to a worm.
:30:39
Oh worm, why do you turn
into the earth from me?
:30:42
'Tis Spring! Oh worm!
:30:44
Lift up your head
:30:46
whichever end that be
and smile at the sun
:30:49
untwine your naked form
and with your tail, fling!
:30:52
High the dirt in ecstasy!
:30:54
'Tis Spring! 'Tis Spring!
'Tis Spring!
:31:00
Ridiculous!
A worm smiling at the sun!
:31:03
- Why not?
- A worm can't smile.
:31:05
Did you ever appeal
to its sense of humor?
:31:07
- Of course not.
- Well then!
:31:09
But it doesn't make sense.
:31:11
Why should poetry
have to make sense?
:31:14
Don't you know there's such a thing
as poetic license?
:31:17
I've given you no license.
:31:19
Oh no, don't!
:31:21
This thing is so much bigger
than ourselves!
:31:23
At this moment
I'm grasping the meaning of life.
:31:27
What a waste of energy.
:31:29
What is this urge
that makes life go on and on?
:31:33
You're right.
What does it all mean?
:31:36
Where are we going?
:31:38
You're going south.
Your hand's in my pocket.
:31:41
Naughty.
:31:42
- How did it get there?
- Pure magnetism, old dear.
:31:49
Why are you antagonistic
towards me?
:31:52
Must we be serious?
:31:54
You make it difficult to know you.
:31:56
Read my memoirs
in the Police Gazette.
:31:58
- You're a funny man.
- Why?