:38:02
You been sorry if that old devil,
he got Chris, eh?
:38:07
Why, sure. Ain't you my father?
:38:09
Oh, that's a sure thing.
You like me little, maybe?
:38:15
Can the sentiment, Pa.
I'll fix you a whiskey toddy.
:38:19
I'll pull off your boots first, though.
:38:22
Oh, Anna, you make old fella
want to cry.
:38:26
Nix on the sob stuff now.
:38:29
Heave, hearty!
:38:34
Oh, don't go away, Anna,
don't go away.
:38:38
You was my little girl.
:38:40
My Anna lilla. Anna lilla.
:39:03
Anna.
:39:05
-Anna.
-Yes. HereI am. What do you want?
:39:09
Why you don't come turn in, Anna?
It's late, it's after four bells.
:39:14
I like this fog, honest.
:39:17
lt makes me feeI as ifI was
out of things altogether.
:39:20
Fog.
:39:22
That's one of the worst dirty tricks
of that old devil.
:39:26
Funny.I feeI sort of strange tonight.
:39:30
Sort of nutty...
:39:33
...as if I've been living
a long, long time out here in the fog.
:39:39
I don't know just how to tell you
whatI mean.
:39:42
But it's like I've come home
from a long visit someplace...
:39:47
...andI seem to have forgotten
all that's happened.
:39:51
Like it didn't matter anymore.
:39:55
You must think I'm off my base.
:39:57
Oh, Anna,I want always
make you happy.