:25:03
- Oh, brew, sir?
- Treating them right? No!
:25:05
- They think the worid of me.
- They should be up here then.
:25:09
- No brew.
- Bum on. On to Tripoli.
:25:12
Uh...
:25:14
- Come on.
- I was wondering, sir, a lift.
:25:17
Sir... I...
:25:24
Bum on. Bum on.
:25:47
- Oh, it's gonna hurt, Flo.
- Damn, damn!
:25:53
Get me another vehicle.
Come on, come on, come on.
:25:57
- Ah!
- I'll take one of yours. Come on, come on!
:26:03
- Come on, come on!
- Where've you been?
:26:06
Get out. Come on, come on.
:26:10
Get out.
:26:13
Looking after their feet, are you, boy?
See they get plenty of tea.
:26:16
Curious thing, that, give the British soldier
plenty of tea, and he'll die for you.
:26:22
Of course, I'm a poet.
I expect things. I love the desert.
:26:26
You took me for an ignorant old fire-eater.
No. I'm sleeping with the desert.
:26:31
Not unusual. Pat a white rump in the
desert and you'll startle an Englishman.
:26:35
The Englishman loves the desert.
:26:37
- You?
- I'm trying, sir.
:26:40
Er, I play the piano. Not boasting.
Just a fact, that's all. Working class.
:26:45
I think you should. Look after their feet,
boy. They can't be trusted with their feet.
:26:50
Feet and brew-ups and you'll find
you can do anything with him.
:26:53
Keep a tight rein on his habits.
Those of a pig, mostly.
:26:57
But even a pig has his moment. Carries
the blue ribbon. Don't despise your men.