:11:01
If one is a stupid,
inconsiderate and lazy man...
:11:04
...one can fit as a round peg
into a snug round hole.
:11:08
At times I am so pent up with their languor
I could grab of two of them...
:11:12
...and bang their noddles together
till their doodles drop off.
:11:22
l'm Codrington. l've come to join.
:11:27
-Come to join, young fellow?
-Yes. Fond of riding are you?
:11:31
-He's as green as grass.
-Or soon will be.
:11:33
A fine growed-up fellow, though,
with very neat feet.
:11:38
Rupert.
:11:44
You're a madman, sir.
:11:47
And you are on your arse, sir.
:12:01
l'm thirsty.
:12:03
lt's the salt from the mutton.
:12:05
-Have you got no money?
-l have none.
:12:08
-ln your clothes.
-lt was....
:12:10
-l did have money in my clothes.
-Did you?
:12:13
l'm out for a wet, a drop of beer.
:12:15
Pongelow is the drink, they call it.
:12:23
''How d'you think l paid her?
l met her in the barracks yard...
:12:28
''...and gently down l laid her.''
:12:30
Private Metcalfe, for the wives.
Get back in there.