:02:02
Ah, Lord Chancellor.
:02:04
God, this place is as cold
:02:06
as a greyhound's nostril.
:02:08
Lord Chancellor.
:02:34
Papa!
:02:47
Ahem.
:03:05
Papa, Papa!
:03:06
Lift me up!
:03:07
Oh, hey. What's this, madam?
:03:09
Hey? Ha ha ha.
:03:11
Tickle, tickle.
:03:12
Yeah. Ha ha ha.
:03:22
Right.
:03:24
The son is unwholesome.
:03:26
And fatter, always fatter.
:03:27
Fatter because he's not doing,
what?
:03:29
- Do you know England?
- Yes.
:03:31
Brighton, Bath, yes.
:03:33
But you know its mills
and manufactories?
:03:35
Do you know its farms?
Because I do.
:03:38
Do you know what they call me?
Farmer George.
:03:41
- Do you know what that is?
- Impertinent, sir?
:03:44
No, sir. Love!
:03:45
Affection.
:03:46
Admiration! You ought
to marry, sir, settle down.
:03:49
Yes, grow up.
:03:51
Good plain woman.
That's what you want.
:03:53
Then the people will love you,
as they love me.
:03:56
It is not good, this idleness.
:03:58
That is why you're
getting fat, sir.