1:23:01
Frenchies, decimal points,
and bathtubs full of holes.
1:23:04
My poor Huw. They've stuffed
your head with Latin, then?
1:23:08
- Beth, my old beauty, you. A black eye, is it?
- Go ahead, shout. Wake up the baby, then.
1:23:13
There is beautiful.
The image of my father, he is.
1:23:19
What bloody nonsense.
1:23:24
Now then, Huw. What will it be?
1:23:28
To Cardiff to school, then the university
to be a lawyer, is it, or a doctor?
1:23:35
Dr Huw Morgan. Well, Uncle Huw,
that will be something special.
1:23:40
Yes, indeed, with a lovely horse and trap,
and a good black suit and a shirt with starch.
1:23:45
There is good, my little one.
Now, a glass of buttermilk for you,
1:23:48
with all your knowledge.
1:23:52
Yes, Mother. And some of Bron's shortcake.
1:23:55
And my shortcake is
to be fed to the pigs, is it?
1:23:58
No. Only I finished yours yesterday,
and today is shortcake day with Bron.
1:24:03
I'm sorry, Huw.
Only currant bread I made today.
1:24:07
Nobody to eat it now.
1:24:21
Mother. I am lonely without him.
1:24:25
I put his boots and clothes ready every night,
1:24:30
but they are there still in the morning.
1:24:35
There is lonely I am.
1:24:47
Gwil, I will have Bron
here to live if she will come.
1:24:52
Not Bron.
1:24:54
One mistress in the house.
1:24:59
Now, Huw, what will it be?