:11:01
What are you writing?
:11:03
An ode to your tummy button.
:11:16
-Gilda.
-Sir Knight.
:11:20
-Don't go up there.
-Why shouldn't I go upstairs?
:11:23
-There's an orgy going on.
-Sounds promising.
:11:27
My partner for the evening's
the main course.
:11:29
Your partner isn't Molly Twelvetrees,
by any chance, is she?
:11:32
Yeah. She's in danger of catching a cold.
:11:36
-Julian's writing a poem on her stomach.
-What a cad.
:11:40
Don't you mind?
:11:42
I feel sorry for Molly. He's a terrible poet.
:11:47
You're very modern, aren't you?
:11:51
I don't feel very comfortable here.
:11:54
I feel guilty being around all this wealth.
:11:56
It's just a game. Don't take it seriously.
:11:59
It's not much of a game if you're out of work
and trying to feed a family.
:12:04
Fortunately, I'm not.
:12:07
And neither are you.
:12:10
I only came here tonight to see you.
:12:13
-There, I've said it.
-Good.
:12:20
You look lovely.
:12:24
You don't.
:12:29
Your eyes are all red.
You look like a bloodhound.