:25:09
Compliments
of Sir Roger Rogerer...
:25:12
and Lord Pupslaughter.
:25:27
Oh, great. He's going walkabout.
:25:35
How thin...
my wrist is.
:25:40
This wrist God made me.
:25:46
How could I smite him?
:25:48
That's right, Father.
Give us a sermon on the mount!
:25:54
I will...
:25:57
play you poker.
:26:01
And I will win.
:26:05
- This money will be your gift
to God's work in Bellingen.
- No!
:26:09
I have a pot of £100!
:26:16
I forbid this!
:26:18
I would shoot you dead
and go to hell for it.
:26:22
You murderer.
:26:29
The Lord is my shepherd.
I shall not want.
:26:33
He makest a table for me
in the presence of mine enemies.
:26:40
- Out.
- I warn you.
:26:46
Get out of here!