:11:01
goat fucking...
:11:03
whatever it is
they fucking get up to.
:11:05
I see... I see loads
of poetry in the shops.
:11:07
But you don't see poetry
in the shops, Marion.
:11:10
You see
golfing limericks
:11:12
and jolly
historical ballads.
:11:14
Dead, unthreatening stuff.
:11:17
There's nothing vital!
:11:18
There's nothing...
:11:20
Hey! Hey! Hey!
:11:21
Nothing about
what's happening now.
:11:23
Sorry, baby.
:11:25
What you actually mean is
nobody stocks your books.
:11:31
Exactly.
:11:33
Bastards.
:12:11
[Marion ]
Chris?
:12:12
[ Chris ]
Hmm?
:12:14
What do you get up
to on your walks?
:12:18
Nothing.
:12:19
Think a bit.
:12:22
What about?
:12:24
I don't know,
serious shit.
:12:26
The past, future
:12:28
meaning-of-life stuff,
you know.
:12:30
Um, I make a few...
:12:32
mental lists.
:12:33
What kind oflists?
:12:35
You know,
some people count sheep.
:12:37
Uh... I make lists.
:12:40
Chris Lloyd...
:12:42
the story so far.
:12:45
Healthy.
:12:46
Not poor,
not... deformed
:12:49
not... starving.
:12:51
Not asleep.
:12:52
Not asleep.
:12:55
Married: Yes.
:12:57
Children: One.
:12:58
Job: One. House: Yes.
Mortgage: Yes. Car...