Secondhand Lions
vorige.
weergeven.
als.
volgende.

:44:04
Gotta go. Good-bye. Hundred quid
on Cavendish in the quarters.

:44:07
Hold your horses.
:44:09
So, still bettin'
against your brother, are ya?

:44:11
It's tactical. If he loses, I get rich.
And if he wins, I get laid.

:44:15
Where the heck did you get
a hundred quid anyway?

:44:17
Photojournalism.
:44:30
I trust you slept well after your
night of debauchery with young master.

:44:34
I declare, I surely did.
:44:36
Good. So did I.
God.

:44:39
No wonder the English
never win Wimbledon.

:44:44
I'd love to see an English guy
in the finals, but give me a break.

:44:47
Peter Colt is the luckiest
man in tennis. Oh. Wanker.

:44:55
God, it's incredible how much
that actually looks like your dad.

:45:00
Oh, shit. Incredible
how much that building...

:45:05
Shit!
Shit!

:45:09
Quick.! Hide.!
:45:12
Oh, Carl! You bastard!
:45:22
Oh, hello. Mr. Bradbury.
Where's my daughter?

:45:25
She... Gone, sadly.
Sadly, gone.

:45:27
She had to go and work
on that first serve.

:45:29
I expect she meant to meet you
at the practice courts.

:45:31
Are you bullshitting me?
Absolutely not.

:45:33
I'd never bullshit you.
I wouldn't dream of it.

:45:36
So, how was your trip down? The traffic
can be murder getting out of London.

:45:40
We left early. Well, the
early bird does catch the worm.

:45:43
Uh, wou-would you like
a cup of, uh, tea?

:45:46
Maybe something stronger.
A shot of whiskey.

:45:49
A shot at me.
:45:51
It's Peter, right?
Yeah.

:45:54
Look, Peter, I got nothing
against you personally.

:45:56
- You seem like a nice guy, and, uh...
- Oh, good.

:45:59
I'm not an idiot. I know that
Lizzie likes to... have her fun.


vorige.
volgende.