:40:04
Captain James Macleane.
:40:07
At your service.
:40:12
Whatever do you mean?
:40:20
Surely not here.
:40:26
(heavy breathing)
:40:29
Oh, my angel. My siren's song.
:40:33
You've ambushed me
in the forests of your hair.
:40:36
You've drowned me
in the pools of your eyes.
:40:39
You've shackled me...
:40:41
Oh, do shut up!
:40:43
Fuck me!
:40:51
I'm ruined.
:40:55
I am finished! It's all your fault,
you misbegotten pimp.
:40:58
- How was I to know she had the pox?
- (groans)
:41:01
I should have realised.
The richest woman in England.
:41:04
Of course she's got the pox!
:41:05
- Calm down. It'll be worth it.
- Worth it!
:41:09
My John Thomas
is a complete disaster area!
:41:13
- Look!
- I don't wanna look.
:41:15
Look! Look!
:41:20
- Jesus Christ.
- (moans)
:41:22
And you say it'll be worth it!
The whole paraphernalia's on fire!
:41:26
Information is all you care about.
Information, information.
:41:30
America, America, America.
:41:32
I hope you drown on the way!
:41:40
And Rebecca's lost to me.
:41:42
How can I make love to her with the pox?
:41:44
Agh.
:41:50
What's that? Ugh.
:41:53
Plunkett's Patent Pox Cure.
:41:57
Used to be an apothecary, didn't I?