1:06:02
I've always been a firm believer
in that old maxim:
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"Spare the rod and spoil the child. "
1:06:09
Of course, the root cause of the problem
seems to be...
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the unbridled promiscuity
they seem to have inherited...
1:06:16
from the colored influx to these shores.
1:06:19
And all these loud clothes
and jungle rhythms...
1:06:22
only serve to fan the flames...
1:06:24
Get your hands out of my trousers!
1:06:26
Who said that?
1:06:28
Colin, will you sit down?
1:06:29
Cut. Call the musicians.
1:06:31
I've got a message for you and you...
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and all you telly witchdoctors
and advertising pimps.
1:06:36
Get that boy off camera. Get down there.
1:06:38
Sit down.
1:06:40
All you old sordids
with your toupees and your falsies.
1:06:43
Get off the set.
1:06:44
This teenage ball had a real splendor
in the beginning.
1:06:47
Cue Baby Boom, get on.
1:06:48
Because we found out no one could spit
in our faces anymore...
1:06:51
because we've loot to spend at last.
1:06:54
And our world will be our world,
the one we wanted.
1:06:57
But it's over now. Finished.
1:06:59
You choked it!
1:07:00
This teenage fishbowl
is as real as your rug, pop picker.
1:07:08
Darling, have you deserted your guests?
1:07:12
Of course not, Henley.
1:07:14
l"ll be down in a minute.
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Cut.
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It"s Colin.