1:17:08
Mr. Whale?
1:17:12
Mr. Whale.
1:17:15
Les get out
of this fuckhole.
1:17:18
You sure you don't
want to wait it out?
1:17:21
We aren't made of sugar.
We won't melt.
1:17:26
"Oh, that this too,
too solid flesh would melt."
1:17:30
I'm getting you home before you
catch your death of pneumonia.
1:17:34
Catch my death?
1:17:36
Are you okay,
Mr. Whale?
1:17:39
Jimmy, please, hmm?
1:17:43
Call me Jimmy.
1:17:52
- Hanna, we need some towels!
We're soaked to the bone!
1:17:57
Oh, blast it.
1:17:59
Well, if we soil your floors,
is your own bloody fault!
1:18:08
Oh, I don't believe it.
1:18:10
Don't worry, she'll be back.
She just can't say "no" to her daughter.
1:18:13
Well, you certainly have better things
to do than to baby-sit an old man.
1:18:17
I didn't have anything
planned.
1:18:20
Well, go get a shower upstairs
and I'll get you something dry to wear.
1:18:32
Well, what do you think?
Hmm?
1:18:36
Mr. Whale?
1:18:42
Where are those clothes
you promised?
1:18:46
Mr. Whale?
1:18:48
He trusts me,
you know.
1:18:55
Mr. Whale?
1:18:59
Jimmy?