: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.
:13:00
Lady Scarlett is giving a ball.
:13:13
-Capt. Nolan.
-Lewis, how do you do?
:13:17
Clarissa, Mrs. Morris,
it is wonderful to have you back...
:13:20
...you both back, it is wonderful. Come on.
:13:24
l danced as a boy on the eve of Waterloo.
:13:28
-There was a war.
-That was a war.
:13:32
l don't think l belong, Duberly.
:13:35
l'm sure l do. Oh, l'm sure you do.
:13:38
l'm more a scientific poet.
:13:43
-Scarlett.
-My lord.