A: Weren't you in the news? Some show in, Prayge... Prague? B: Milan, darling. Milan. Supermodels. Heh! Nothing super about them... spoiled, stupid little stick figures with poofy lips who think only about themselves. Feh! I used to design for *gods*!
"Here I was born, and there I died. It was only a moment for you; you took no notice."
[Mrs. Wilberforce has knocked on the door and the Major is about to open it] Louis: [Aside to Harry] Excuse me, Major Courtney, I wonder if perhaps you'd like some tea? [the Major opens the door] Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: I wonder if perhaps you'd like some tea, Major Courtney?
No matter how old you are, no matter how badass you think you are, if a toddler hands you their ringing toy phone ... You answer it.
[She knocks on the door] Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: [pacing] Oh, oh dear, oh dear. Poor Mr. Robinson. [She knocks again; the music stops and Claude opens the door] Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: I'm so sorry, Major Courtney, but I'm afraid General Gordon has bitten Mr. Robinson's finger. Now he's on the top of the cabinet and refuses to come down. Louis: Mr. Robinson is on top of the cabinet? Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: Oh, no Mr. Harvey. General Gordon. Mr. Lawson, you're the tallest. Do you think you could try to get him down for us? One-Round: Sure, I'll get 'im, mum [he starts down the stairs] Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: Oh, I feel I'm being such a bother. Louis: How could you possibly think a thing like that? Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: Oh, you *are* kind.
No matter how old you are, no matter how badass you think you are, if a toddler hands you their ringing toy phone ... You answer it.
[Professor Marcus hears the parrots chattering downstairs] Professor Marcus: What's that? Who's talking? Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: Well, it's only General Gordon. He belonged to my late husband. I had four. Professor Marcus: Husbands? Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: No, parrots. And now I've only three. Professor Marcus: Parrots!
No matter how old you are, no matter how badass you think you are, if a toddler hands you their ringing toy phone ... You answer it.
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B: Milan, darling. Milan. Supermodels. Heh! Nothing super about them... spoiled, stupid little stick figures with poofy lips who think only about themselves. Feh! I used to design for *gods*!
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Louis: [Aside to Harry] Excuse me, Major Courtney, I wonder if perhaps you'd like some tea?
[the Major opens the door]
Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: I wonder if perhaps you'd like some tea, Major Courtney?
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Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: [pacing] Oh, oh dear, oh dear. Poor Mr. Robinson.
[She knocks again; the music stops and Claude opens the door]
Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: I'm so sorry, Major Courtney, but I'm afraid General Gordon has bitten Mr. Robinson's finger. Now he's on the top of the cabinet and refuses to come down.
Louis: Mr. Robinson is on top of the cabinet?
Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: Oh, no Mr. Harvey. General Gordon. Mr. Lawson, you're the tallest. Do you think you could try to get him down for us?
One-Round: Sure, I'll get 'im, mum
[he starts down the stairs]
Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: Oh, I feel I'm being such a bother.
Louis: How could you possibly think a thing like that?
Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: Oh, you *are* kind.
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Professor Marcus: What's that? Who's talking?
Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: Well, it's only General Gordon. He belonged to my late husband. I had four.
Professor Marcus: Husbands?
Mrs. Louisa Wilberforce: No, parrots. And now I've only three.
Professor Marcus: Parrots!