Chariots of Fire
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:39:01
Her kid brother is athletics-mad.
Always talking about me!

:39:05
Monty, you'd beter have my glass.
I've a terrible feeling you're going to need it.

:39:10
Sorry, Monty.
:39:18
Yes, thank you very much, sir.
:39:20
Yes, of course I will, sir.
:39:27
Good evening, Miss Gordon!
:39:29
A triumph, I hear.
:39:55
Who was that chap over there?
:39:58
Music critic of the Star.
:40:00
- Boring old buffer, really.
- Well, he obviously enjoyed it.

:40:03
I shouldn't think so.
:40:05
They always say that.
They save the poison for the print.

:40:08
- A bit off tonight, I thought.
- What? You were magnificent!

:40:12
Thank you.
:40:14
One of my litle maids has gone and
got herself preggers with a gondolier.

:40:19
We had to shove her second on tonight.
The trio...

:40:22
- Your usual, Miss Gordon?
- Thank you, Toffy.

:40:26
And you, sir.
:40:28
Thank you.
:40:30
This is Mr Abrahams.
He's a very famous runner.

:40:33
He's trying your special
for the first time tonight.

:40:36
- I hope you enjoy it, sir.
- I'm sure I shall.

:40:41
Well, go on then!
:40:45
It's a secret concoction of Toffy's,
:40:48
a sort of cocktail de maison,
:40:50
so you'd jolly well beter enjoy it.
:40:53
- Excellent.
- There, Toffy!

:40:55
You've won yourself a friend for life.
:40:59
My favourite, please.

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