:23:05
Hi. My name's Hardman.
:23:08
Call me Dick.
:23:09
- Foscarelli. Call me Gino.
- How are you?
:23:14
Beddoes.
:23:17
Mr. Beddoes.
:23:21
For the pen of a Balzac.
:23:24
For three days, all these people,
these total strangers,
:23:27
meet in a single train whose
engine controls their destiny.
:23:33
Yes, I know. We are both
envious of the husband.
:23:37
Is...?
:23:39
Is the husband as British
as his tweeds?
:23:42
Oh, heaven forbid.
He's a hot-blooded Hungarian.
:23:44
If you but look at his wife,
he will cease to be a diplomat.
:23:46
Thank God we are not young.
:24:01
My second husband said
always to ask for change in dollars
:24:03
or at worst, sterling.
:24:05
So for Pete's sake,
what's a drachma?
:24:07
It is... What do you call it...?
The currency...
:24:10
My second husband also said,
"Take a book of food tickets, Mama,
:24:13
"and you'll have no problem,
no problem at all."
:24:15
That just isn't so.
:24:17
First there's this ten-percent tip. Five
would've done the steward more...
:24:19
I think Miss Ohlsson has a headache.
:24:20
Would you forgive us if we went back
to the compartment, Mrs. Hubbard?
:24:23
Gladly, if you must.
:24:24
If you need aspirin,
I always carry it on my person.
:24:27
I mistrust foreign drugs.
:24:29
You must excuse me,
Mrs. Hubbard is upon us.
:24:33
What's the matter with him?
Train-sick or something?
:24:36
Some of us, in the words of the divine
Greta Garbo, "want to be alone".
:24:50
And for dinner this evening?
:24:52
You will have the goodness
to serve me the poached sole
:24:56
with one new potato
:24:58
and a small green salad
with no dressing. Hildegarde.