My Left Foot
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:11:05
There's only two kinds of painting:
:11:08
religious and the circus.
:11:20
You know, on each side of the mouth...
:11:45
There you are.
:11:49
And you've had enough to drink.
D'you hear me?

:11:51
I'm all right. I'm goin' for a meal, Ma.
Are you comin'?

:11:55
No, no. I'm... I'll take your father home.
He's not feeling well.

:12:00
There's no pints, you mean.
It's good wine, tell him.

:12:03
Your father never drank anything but pints
in his life. No, I'll take him home.

:12:08
- You gettin' a taxi?
- Eileen's givin' us a lift.

:12:12
Right.
:12:13
- I'll see ya later, Mam.
- I'll see ya later.

:12:17
I think Mulcahy is a great painter.
:12:22
Inside. Soul.
:12:25
You see? I agree with Christy.
:12:28
No. He's too uncontrolled for me.
:12:34
Ah. Let Christy try the wine.
:12:45
Intro ibo ad altare Dei.
:12:51
- What's he saying?
- The Latin mass.

:12:55
I thought it was James Joyce.
The wine's A1.

:12:59
- Can you tell us which year it is, Christy?
- I'm not that sophisticated.


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