1:42:00
You think I can't even exist on my own,
don't you?
1:42:04
You think I'm too dim, too stupid,
to have any interests of my own.
1:42:09
Exactly.
1:42:11
You're too bloody stupid!
1:42:19
Now tell me who you were with.
1:42:23
- I wasn't with anyone.
- Do you think I'm an idiot? Tell me.
1:42:27
Tell me.
1:42:39
If you must know, I met Mrs. Croft.
1:42:48
Mrs. Croft.
1:42:50
Yes, I ran into her in Regent Street.
1:42:52
You what?
1:42:54
I was coming back from lunch,
and I bumped into her in Regent Street.
1:42:58
Accidentally, I suppose?
1:43:08
If you make a very big effort...
1:43:12
you may just remember
that Mrs. Croft wanted to see my poems.
1:43:17
She had an appointment
in Broadcasting House this afternoon.
1:43:21
So I went with her
and we talked about my poems.
1:43:25
She made you go all the way
to Broadcasting House to talk about poetry?
1:43:29
Is that what you're trying to tell me?
1:43:31
- What else?
- What else indeed.
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I don't know what else.
1:43:36
But since what you know about poetry...
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wouldn't cover one towel
in a public lavatory...
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it is reasonable to suppose...
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that Mrs. Mercy bloody Croft's
overpowering interest in you...
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is other than poetic.
1:43:49
- Don't be stupid.
- Shut up, you little bitch.
1:43:55
George, where are you going?
1:43:59
It's none of your business.
Go screw yourself.