:09:00
It boil'st.
:09:04
The ointments.
:09:35
Jacquasse, scrub me.
:09:37
Strange brush.
:09:39
It'll do fine.
:09:43
How is it going?
:09:45
I have finished my ablutions.
:09:49
Your turn.
:09:50
Nay, sire. I bathed last month
:09:52
in the river.
:09:54
I said it's your turn.
:09:56
It boil'st!
:09:57
What are they up to?
:09:59
Why the uproar?
:10:01
My Jacquasse is a-scrubbing.
:10:03
I'll dry off in the chimney corner.
:10:11
The entire bottle!
6000 francs down the drain!
:10:15
Don't pull the plug!
:10:17
I shall miss thee, lady-love
:10:21
Whilst I fight in the Crusades
:10:27
Leaving you behind, turtle-dove
:10:33
Darkens my heart, 'fore I fight
:10:42
I can't stand it any more.
:10:45
Take a valium.
:10:48
Sire,
:10:50
Jacquart... Is he
my great great grandson?
:10:53
Yes, my Jacquasse.
:10:55
Poor you. Let's sleep.